suffering
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Forgiveness is a terrain I never thought I’d cross—a landscape dense with memories I’ve been too afraid to sift through. But here I am, not forgiving for their sake, but for my own. Because forgiveness isn’t about absolving them; it’s about unclenching the fists I didn’t know I’d been holding since childhood. I lost myself…
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Loneliness after abuse is a room without doors, a silence that hums beneath your skin. You might think you deserve it, that love is something you were built to repel. But I promise, loneliness isn’t a verdict. Start small. Sit with it. Don’t flinch from its sharpness— let it pass through you. It hurts, but…
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In the turbulent waters of my heroin addiction, I was a sailor lost, my vessel breaking against the jagged shores of despair. Every needle was a desperate row, an attempt to steer away from the wreckage I was becoming. My oars, stained with the shadows of self-destruction, fought against the currents that whispered of a…
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Reflection — what better way to start a week. Join the conversation about not finding the hope and strength you need at your local church. If your church does not support your healing, FIND A NEW CHURCH.
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Reflection — what better way to start a week. Food, booze, pills, gambling, shopping — you name it. It’s how we get through. If there were someone that said they have no coping mechanisms, would you believe them? I wish I had none. I wish my past was easy. I wish my children hadn’t endured…
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Reflection — what better way to start a week. Anguish is pain that cannot be quenched. Anguish seeks its own desire — it wants the pain to stop. Anguish has an unrelenting voice of frustration against the lack of justice. Anguish is its name. The dark fury that rises from pain. Pain that began in…
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I still get stuck in the belief that my parents weren’t that bad. I was raped before I turned four and my mother was an active participant. But a child has to believe that the person put in charge of taking care of them is good, right? What else can a child believe. So, day…
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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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We all suffer and from what I can tell, we all dislike it just as equally. When you suffer a lot or when the suffering outweighs the amount of joy, you experience in your life, suffering can feel all consuming. It isn’t the end of the story, but it can often feel like the end…
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A field of lilies in full bloom doesn’t know the process of growth, how it got into that field, or where the sun comes from. It just accepts how God created it and stands showing its beauty. Wisdom. Humans are much more complicated. We ask questions, poke holes in creation and bring along our theories.…