I was no angel either. When a guy fucked me right away and deigned to call me the next day, I recoiled, referring to an Eminem lyric that rang all too true.
Perhaps you put all your faith in a particular religion, and worship its god and holy saints? You read the scriptures, discipline yourself according to their rules, and fervently pray for your life to get better? What if you are actually projecting your own power onto that religion or god, ...
You see, it is not my mission to empower anybody. I cannot help but recognize that the word itself entails that power is being 'given' instead of revealed. I cannot give something that is already the very basis of who you -- who we -- are.
I have allowed myself to articulate core beliefs about worth and wounds, and not automatically shut them away for fear of anyone else's feelings about my (perceived) brokenness.
I am no longer a rape victim. I have not simply survived. I have recovered and thrived and X marks the spot where I reclaim the power that was given away, where I get to build my life, just as I want it.
Forgiveness is for the forgiver more than it is for the one being forgiven, because you’re the one who carries the weight of the hurt and the anger. You’re the one who is eaten up by it. You’re the one who remains a victim, and the one left feeling powerless and helpless.
You think I should just move on, or stop talking. I'm talking for all the children who don't have a voice. And all the babies who feel horrified at their own face, reflected back at them by parents who don't know how to love. And this is a prayer that every single abused child gets to have ...
I am not writing this as a professional sex therapist. While I am trained and certified in various fields of therapy, I am writing this as a woman who has blossomed and is still blossoming after sexual trauma. I am writing this as a woman who is a sexual being, and was a sexual being before she ...
Doesn't it make some kind of sense that this world would change if somehow the energetically sensitive of the world somehow remembered that their wounds were the source of their greatest strength? Isn't it just like an amazing story for the underdog to actually be the one who pulls everyone out ...
I recently came across an article on emotional abuse in romantic relationships. And it got me thinking. Past memories came up to the surface of my consciousness — memories of both experiencing the abuse and witnessing it. Emotional abuse. Sexual abuse. Physical abuse. This isn’t the time ...