#nevergiveup
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My mother is the kind of woman hell fears. She does not walk through life unnoticed—she is a force, a fire, a relentless fighter for what is right. She stands for the vulnerable, speaks for the silenced, and loves without limits. Darkness does not touch her without consequence. She carries wounds this world cannot see,…
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I published this over three years ago. It’s worth another share . . . Abuse never stands alone. There are so many complicated areas that abusers weave into the fabric of the perfectly crafted prison cells they make for us. Many of us barely escape, and when we do, we usually never talk about it.…
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Do you have a place where you can speak the unspeakable? I ask because there are chambers inside all of us, dark, secret vaults where we lock the memories that cut too deeply to touch. Where do you take your battles, the near-unendurable heaviness of a mind turned against itself? Do you wander through the…
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In today’s world, the concepts of vulnerability and victimhood are frequently conflated, often to our collective detriment. It’s crucial to distinguish between the two, as the path to personal growth and societal progress relies heavily on our ability to navigate this distinction effectively. Understanding Vulnerability Vulnerability is not a weakness. It is the foundation of…
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I was depressed for a very long time. All through my teen years and most of my 20s. Many many very serious suicide attempts. Longtime addiction. Etc etc etc. I still feel sad sometimes (when necessary) but mostly I am way above baseline. Like technicolor silly happy stupid happy. How can that be? Did I…
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What better way to start a week then introspection. Ask yourself, “Am I in collusion with the person who abused me?” I think we all would like to believe we are no longer in collusion with our abusers. That can only be true when we’ve stopped the secretive cooperation with them. This deceitful agreement we…
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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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Hindered by my family, I’ve struggled to carry on in the truth. Walking in a way that is abhorrent to the people I came through has proved extremely difficult. I’ve stalled out many times but I have never given up. Those that were to love and protect me did nothing of the sort. When I…