Into the Sunrise.
For those of us trying to survive our pasts, there is hope. I'm knee-deep in this process of healing, but every movement forward is worth it, no matter how small. If you're even the least bit interested in Five-Minute Friday, please head here to get the full scoop. It's a wonderfully loving community and your presence is welcome. Should you decide to link up, you can do so right here.
Up until a few months ago, I truly believed I could outrun my childhood abuse, that there would be some magical moment when a switch would be flipped and I would finally be free to whistle happily into the sunset. Instead of confrontation, I succumbed to a hopeless cycle of rationalization, minimization, and excuses.
Unfortunately, traumatic experiences have a way of popping up rather rudely and insistently until we choose to acknowledge their presence; the longer we delay, the more likely they are to seep into every area of our lives and engulf us.
Starting at the tail end of last year, I began this healing process in earnest. I'd tried to accomplish this task over the years, but was utterly unprepared each time. I was too afraid and too weak to attack that looming mountain of pain on my own. Today, though, I am ready, armed with guidance of my Heavenly Father and the power of his written words, and also the loving support of my partner and soulmate. As I mentioned in my previous post, the goal is healing, for me, as well as those who've hurt me. (I realize I have no control over the latter, but it is my prayer, nonetheless.)
Now, I am doing this work, hand-in-hand, sharing this heavy burden with my husband, as He gently leads us into the sunrise.
"Our society gives greater permission to keep secrets thank to seek help...We're fools to pretend that even the strongest kids can endure such stress and still end up contented, stable adults, unscathed and undamaged." Karen Stephens, For Children's Sake, Prevent and Confront Child Abuse