I can remember a photo of me… Black and white, cut out of a newspaper…My dad, a photographer who rarely took pictures of his children…A photo of me, taken by my dad…I am wearing a full-length white satin wedding dress I madeand pearls. A necklace and earrings.I look...
TRIGGER WARNING: this share describes violent facts and feelings. Don’t read it unless you’re ready to face them.These facts took place when I was between 17 and 21 years old.Ten years later, I dreamt about it, a nightmare so terrific that I woke up sweating and with...
Many have told me to just trust God. But I struggle to trust the one who entrusted my newborn soul to the “care” of exploding daddy-Monster and placed me in an environment of two terrifying decades of childhood domestic...
I was left-handed and wrote letters mirror image until my dad shamed me about that, then I turned them around, of course, to please him.Letters seemed to be the first experience where Left or Right mattered.I was given special scissors by my dadscissors...
Start with the courage to let go of what and whom I cannot change. I let it go and I feel It, what some of us choose to call God. When I surrender instead of “fixating” on things, places, circumstances and people I am unable to “fix”, my mind gains the necessary space...
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