I have spent most of my life drowning. Every time I came up for air there was a thumb pushing me under. If the thumb was taking a break, there was someone’s opinion, dragging me under. A constant battle of gasping for air. No break in the waves of trauma as far as the...
If I were to paint a picture, would it be with paint or mud? I am not an artist, so I know it wouldn’t look realistic no matter what tools are used. Would I finger paint or use brushes? What would make my inner child most happy? I was often taught how to paint the...
I knew I didn’t want to be like my mother.She rubbed off on me anyway. I knew my Dad was a drunk who abused me and I was scared of him.I hoped that would change but it didn’t. I knew I didn’t really want to marry my first husband.I did it because I didn’t know it was...
Seventeen years spent on the family farm. Home from school to the shock of my room packed on the porch. My baby book, framed pictures of perfectly posed horses, trophies and ribbons, horse magazines with my name inside, plaid button up shirts on hangers, my well...
One day I woke up and said, “ENOUGH IS ENOUGH”. I admitted I was powerless and my life had become unmanageable. I found safe enough people to share my story with, and by letting my truths hit the air, my true healing began. There is power in feeling heard and...
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