Cornered into choices, Decisions not your own. Fighting through the memories, Reacting to the bone. Sleeplessness, feeling out of control. Fighting for your place. Knowing your strength, Your willingness, The promises you make. Who controls the script? The observations placed on you? A strength is there, but overthrown, By those holding power over you. Fight… Continue reading Cornered
Don’t tell me what to do, how to feel, or how to act. Don’t tell me I’m too sensitive, overreacting, or expecting too much. Don’t demand that I look at you or listen to you, and don’t presume to know me. Don’t claim to know how my world works or judge me for my stance.… Continue reading Just don’t…
“You’re afraid you are going to fail, so you are not even trying.” These words hold so true. They were said to me out of love and that is all the difference, but that doesn’t mean they don’t burn. The problem, however, is that I don’t know what to do with that. As I work… Continue reading When Fear Destroys Hope
I pedalled slowly down the boardwalk, taking in the ocean views, the smell of salty air, and the newly lit Christmas lights twinkling up the tall palm trees. And then I saw them, sitting entwined in each other’s arms on a lone picnic table nestled in the seagrass and dunes. The feeling that bubbled up… Continue reading Figures in the Night
I have started this piece many, many times over the years. On past blogs, and in delayed book ideas. I’ve started it on this blog three times over the past few weeks. And, I have finally come to a sad realization. I love telling stories. I like portraying an emotion so that others can feel… Continue reading Story of the Freelancer
I am no stranger to “Daddy issues.” Almost all the memories I have of my biological Father are of being sexually abused by him. My Step-Father, Jack (whom I consider my Daddy in every way), was an alcoholic with anger issues. As a young girl, I witnessed many acts of domestic violence between he and… Continue reading Survivor Wall – Kashana’s Story
It took me a long time to get to where I am now. I parted ways with my abuser (kind of) about 7 years ago. At times I feel like I can forgive and that I am at peace with everything, but that is rare and fleeting. I realized I had been abused 4 months… Continue reading Survivor Wall – P’s Story of Emotional Abuse
“In the depths of hell, I learned who I was. It takes a strong soul to endure so much pain and heartache and still make it out alive; to not get stuck in the deep, burning pit of misery. It takes a resilient creature to claw their way back up out of the darkness and… Continue reading Coming Back from the Depths of Hell
Forget Me Not Advocacy Group 