#findyourstory
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For a long time, I lived without discipline and called it freedom. It wasn’t. It was decay. Addiction thrives where structure collapses. My days had no spine. Sleep came whenever it came. Promises bent. Routines dissolved. I could not uphold the smallest order, which meant I could not build anything that lasted. Nothing worthwhile survives…
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I remember the moment I decided to reclaim my life. It was a quiet evening, the kind that makes you pause and reflect. I was sitting alone, my thoughts a whirlwind of pain and regret, each memory like a shard of glass cutting deep into my soul. My abuser had started my pain but now…
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What better way to start a week, but with introsepection. Healing takes a mindset of growth. As a seed becomes a plant, there is visible change. The same was true in my life. The more I healed, the more everything started to look just a little bit different. Many of my relationships in life took…
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Have you ever stood on the outside of a closed door and heard something bad happening on the other side? I have. And I didn’t open the door. What is that fear that stops us from confronting the truth? I don’t know, but I do know that there isn’t a day that goes by that…
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Redeeming my past is a journey, not a destination. When I have memories return because I have allowed them free reign in my being now, it can be challenging. Successful processing of traumatic memories allows you to say, “The traumatic event happened, it happened to me, and it is over now. The complex ptsd workbook,…
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As a child, the first thing we learn when coming through childhood tragedies is to remain quiet. Don’t tell is the very first rule we are given. The problem is we did see, we did hear and we still didn’t tell. If we are ever going to change our pasts, we have to break the…
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There is a saying that “Jesus was born to die.” If Jesus was born to die, I was birthed to suffer. I don’t recall a day in my childhood that didn’t have suffering in it. Maybe I had moments where I enjoyed something – an ice cream, a bike ride, but there was always embedded…
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When we learn to articiulate what our abuse took from us, we can grieve appropriately and begin to heal. If we sit in a muck of undiscovery, never articulating what we feel, we stay stuck, unhealed and a stranger to ourselves. Why discuss it? If you were a child when these sexual crimes happened to…
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Redeeming my past is a journey, not a destination. When I have memories return because I have allowed them free reign in my being now, it can be challenging. Successful processing of traumatic memories allows you to say, “The traumatic event happened, it happened to me, and it is over now. The complex ptsd workbook,…
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Most pedophiles I know hide behind the cowardly spirit of religion. What a shame! The shame is that it makes most abused people hate God. God didn’t do it. God is also not hypocrite or religious. Here’s what Jesus said about religious people in Mark 7: Don’t swallow the pill of religion. It’s full of…