Where was the good in abuse for over a decade as a child? Where was the good in watching my fiancée collapse from a cerebral hematoma and wake up out of a coma weeks later as though he was seven years old again? What was good about having bipolar disorder? I could keep going, but you get what I am saying. What was good about any of it? NOTHING!
Bipolar Life-The Journal, #18
As an abused child, I stayed locked behind the bars my abuser erected for the keeping. I held on tight to those bars in hopes they would protect me. Their true purpose was to contain me. The darkness I felt then, I feel now.
Lost & Found- I ‘feel’ thankful..
Tis the day before Thanksgiving and all through the house the smell of hair dye is fuming, and it could probably kill a mouse.
Authentic Truth-Sorry Preach..you are wrong
There is a difference in being uncomfortable with a message God uses to speak to your heart, and a message that never reaches your heart because the language is to uncomfortable.
Five Minute Friday-Unknown
With each breath I’m taking in.
Anchored by invisible weights
Chains rattle, and tears fall.
The crowd has gathered,
I see each face..
But see nothing here at all.
Authentic Truths-Abuse
I am a survivor of childhood sexual abuse. And you do not get to water down what that means. I was a child threatened, held down, forced, ridiculed, mentally tortured, and verbally assaulted for power. I experienced fear, hate and a longing for love all within a second of time. I tried to be good, …
Mental Health ~ The Journal #8
When you begin to feel captured and held hostage in your own mind, you know you have a problem.
Five Minute Friday- Less…More
As we watch her fight and take this time to continue to develop and grow, life seems so very small, and in many ways, we value the idea of less.
Five Minute Friday- Adapt
Where have the Christian gone?
Authentic Truths-Fight to Surrender
Surrendering everything is not exactly the picture we see when using the pants on remark. Typically, we imagine becoming a tough "chick,” shoulders back, maybe our nose even a bit pointed up. We roll back those sleeves, and maybe some even 'spit'! It is like a green light that suddenly flashes and we throw down the gas and go!


