Tag Archives: Abuse

Facing The Truth

I haven’t written for a while, I’ve been too afraid, afraid not of others’ comments or reactions but of my own.  I’ve also been too busy to write, too busy wallowing in self pity, getting mired in the past and way … Continue reading

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On Going Too Far Or Not Far Enough

A couple of my recent posts – So The Psychiatrist Said…, and How Far Is Too Far, garnered some interesting speculation.  I was particularly interested in one of the negative comments and have put part of my answer to it in … Continue reading

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How Far Is Too Far?

I took a bit of flack on that last post, apparently I’ve gone too far since some things are meant to be private.  I cannot stay quiet on this,  I believe that secrets are usually bad things. Good things are surprises, … Continue reading

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I Took A Stand

My father was a tyrant.  He was a bully.  He was mean and cruel, vicious and without remorse.  He belittled and ridiculed us, he beat and raped us.  He did not do his God given duty as a father.  He … Continue reading

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Daily Prompt: Childhood Revisited

submitted by michelle w. Sure, you turned out pretty good, but is there anything you wish had been different about your childhood? If you have kids, is there anything you wish were different for them? This was Saturday’s post but … Continue reading

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What if?

I hurt. I’m scared. I’m not enough. I freeze. What if? The darkness is too much. What if? I am too horrific to love. What if? I can never be enough. What if? My soul is scarred and tattered and … Continue reading

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Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen

Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen. When you were 16, what did you think your life would look like? Does it look like that? Is that a good thing? Oh boy! Sixteen was not such a good age for me, when I … Continue reading

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