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Thank You For Helping Me Learn What Is Right Through All The Wrong.

As difficult as it is for me to admit, I also owe myself a debt of gratitude. Because I survived. I made my way out. I am still here. With my words and my voice and my truth. And those are things that can never be taken from me. I was forced to dig deep to find the resilience and perseverance I ...

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The Day I Befriended My Voice.

As a therapist, I understand we play old patterns in our lives, but it is not on purpose, and we need to be careful when we discuss such situations placing too much responsibility on the victimized person rather than the ones who perpetrated the abuse.

troublemakers

Rewriting The Story Of Emotional Abuse.

{source} I’m pretty certain if you knew my story, you wouldn’t think what I have thought about myself for all the years since I left my marriage and for many of the years I was in it. You wouldn’t think that I was a bad mother. You certainly would not think I was one who abandoned her children ...

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Your Heart Is A Wild Woman.

Your heart is a wild woman; let her live fully in the knowledge that she is beautiful. Let her know that she is enough, existing as she is in this moment in time -- a reflection of the stars themselves. She holds the power and the perfection of the Universe inside of her. It is a perfection ...

In The Wake Of Destruction: Chronicling The Aftermath Of Sexual Trauma.

How frequently and how tragically does the wounded feminine whore herself for the wounded masculine, giving over entirely to the illusion of acceptance, comfort, and consistency from the patriarchy.

wisdom

15 Things I Wish My Mother Had Told Me.

It’s perfectly okay to defy societal convention. I actually encourage it. But know what you’re up against and be prepared for the difficulty that can sometimes come with it. Our culture only tolerates rebels to a degree. Once you’ve crossed that line, you’re in tricky territory. This isn’t to ...

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Black Hole To Black Whole: Coming To Terms With My Fear Of Loss.

My hands were drenched in the fluids of my mother’s broken body, while my mind was further tortured by the twisted funhouse world of my grandmother’s creation. I was in the center of toxicity without a hazmat suit.

you & me

The Hero of This Story: You. Are. Not. Alone.

We’ve all messed up. We’ve all failed. We may not all have the same stories, but we all have backpacks. This journey has helped me to be thankful for my backpack. To be thankful for the tears and the hardships and the challenges.

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