Recovery

living out integrity

I had a thought recently that encompasses everything that’s been on my mind, between others who have hurt me, my abusers, my own victim-mentality, and the world in general. It all concerns that one word: integrity. Not long ago, I had to step out on a homily on the “terrible twos”, that challenging time in… Continue reading living out integrity

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Recovery

crabs have claws

Abuse really does so much harm to one’s ability to see reality. I realized it again when I made that mistake, memories of mistakes leading to severe emotional abuse and grudges (leading to more emotional abuse for those things I said sorry for) flooding my mind. This is true for the immediate as well as… Continue reading crabs have claws

Recovery

living with emotions

I wrote in my foreword/about page that I'm a "textbook Cancer". While I don't place any faith in astrology or horoscopes, yes; my personality happens to closely parallel the profile for someone born under Cancer (sensitive, nurturing, and creative, close to the moon and sea). For a long time, I felt bad about this fun… Continue reading living with emotions

Recovery

identity II

First of all, let's acknowledge something: it's funny what God uses to teach us about life sometimes. As much as I liked Disney movies in the past (yup, we're doing this in a serious study), I still haven't gotten around to watching Moana. I have, however, watched some clips, including one that really left an impression on… Continue reading identity II

Abuse, Recovery

re: trauma

If I were to sum up "trauma" in a word...I'd say "life-altering" is a pretty good one to use. It's something that causes great harm in whatever way the abuse entails, and maybe the worst harm is the harm done to the victim's perspective of reality. When I was growing up, I understood "trauma" from… Continue reading re: trauma

Recovery

identity

I always had a strange relationship with my reflection. Ever since I was a very little girl, I'd have this existential crisis whenever I'd see my reflection: "Who is that in the mirror? Is she me? She can't be; if she is, then who am I?" My parents didn't understand. They decided to interpret it… Continue reading identity