asparkofcourage

I have to write about safety for next week. I'll post my thoughts here. To have a complete sense of safety is when I feel comfortable to be myself, secure in the knowledge I wont be physically hurt and to the ability to speak my mind without repercussions. When I was growing up in my childhood home, I didn't have any of this. I did not feel safe in my own home. I just sat in my room with my door locked all day, everyday. I even jumped out my window one day just to try it, in case I ever needed to. My brother sexually abused me for a certain amount of time (I can't remember a lot of

I'm supposed to write about trust for therapy next week. I'll write down some ideas here over the next week. It is very hard to trust anyone. I don't trust anyone to care for me, to protect me or to put myself first. I trust my parents to be self interested and self preserving. I trust my brother (abuser) to be self interested and to ignore the validity of my pain. I've accepted the fact that trust is fickle and the people closest to you will be the ones to let you down. Blood relations don't mean too much. If I do have trust in someone it can be very easily broken by the mo

First Draft-General Theme Second Draft-Solidified Rhyme Scheme Something is inside me deep. Touches me throughout my core. And if you look at where I keep, You'll see it reaches out more and more. I'm going to dig the rot out It's a growth that has taken many many years to taint my soul. I hide it as though I'm forsaken pretending that I'm whole. I'm going to dig the rot out But now I want to reveal who I truly am I'll remember that I can heal to show you that I'm far from damned I'm going

Dear younger me, I'd like to make peace with you and you to me as well. I didn't turn out like you thought I would. It makes me feel disappointed in myself. You thought that if you got yourself through that dark time that eventually, I would have a high paying job, take care of myself, move away and let the past go like it never happened. A clean break, but that's not what has happened. I'm a stay at home wife depending on my husband to keep us up. The opposite of independence. I have no career opportunities because the only thing I'm good at is singing and I'm too old now t

I find myself going back in time in my mind and only pulling out the negative things that have happened in my life. But I know that that's not the case. Though happy moments may have been few a far between, that is what makes them so special and I don't want to forget those integral moments that kept me going through the dark parts of my life. So here is a place that I will list those moments. (I will update as I remember more) 1) When my parents and brothers were working or doing after school activities, I'd have the house to myself for about 3 hours. It was the most stress free tim

Well, first off, I don't remember much. Just a few very vivid images, a lot of crying and watching myself from the corner of the room. My abuser was my oldest brother. I was 9 and he was 14 or 15 at the time. The most of one incident I remember is when my 2 other brothers were playing videogames and were completely engrossed in it. My 3rd brother (the oldest) put a blanket on top of me on his bed and told everyone in the room he was just going to massage me. I was just still, unmoving and very confused. He touched me and made me touch him. I had no clue what to do so he literally

I've been doing some reading. "It Didn't Start with You." -by Mark Wolynn and to be honest, I can't believe some of the things that my family have survived through. How we are all still together and existing in the normal everyday world is baffling. This book helped me to discern what is my trauma, what trauma is being repeated within the family and how to break the cycle. It's going to be a rough ride so please bear with me. Maternal My mothers family grew up in poverty with very little education. Let's start as far back as I can. My great grandfather. (I won't give him nam

Hello. I've been reading and thinking and contemplating about my life. About all the things that have happened to me. I'm currently a stay at home dog mom with little to no friends and all the time in the world. Now that I've been spending so much time with myself, I've realized... I don't even know me all that well. I think I got so caught up with my husband's dr. career that I've lost a sense of what I wanted to do with my own life. And then searching through my own thoughts about what I want for myself have made me realize that I've never been able to pursue what I love because it was

I wanted a happy childhood.