trauma
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We Cannot Bury the Guilt
How can one specific body movement or sensation bring with it an instant torrent of guilt? The freedom fight from former abuse is not done once we run. It’s not finished when the physical access to our bodies stops. For those of us who were taught day in and day out that we were responsible Continue reading
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Control
My story does have a happy ending, but my journey here was a turbulent one. Occasionally, a random thought will blow my memory calendar open to a date long past. I reflect upon those moments, reaching for understanding. Here and there, I am able to grasp hold of a little clarity into why my younger Continue reading
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And the Greatest of These is Love
My memories are so fragmented, but as I continue to write, maybe I can make sense of… something.We were considered to be a fairly large family. Most folks seemed to think seven kids made for a massive family, anyway. I never thought we were of any extra volume, people-wise. Our church was filled with so Continue reading
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Domestic David & Goliath
I was their protector. Their warrior. Others speak of me as being a warrior against my illness, and not to belittle those battles because they are beautiful in their own way, but those will never compare to the war I fought as a child. I felt like David in stories of old – just a Continue reading
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Awaking From Trauma
Trauma memories have a way of reappearing, regardless of suppression, regardless of therapy, regardless of what I thought were successful coping mechanisms. The dark, vivid mental recordings feel like thick and sticky tar, leaking their way in to suffocate and overtake my dreams. They morph them into different, equally dark stories, but not without clear Continue reading
Creating Peace From the Pieces 