This passage from my memoir "Cult Child" discusses a near-death experience I had when I was five years old.
A Childhood Near Death Experience
Tag: abuse
The Eye Of the Mother
This past decade has been filled with many turns in the bumpy road I have traveled. I have pushed through deep depressions and sad realizations about this human existence. I have absorbed and grown my mindfulness and ability to receive and give love. I have waded through dissociative disorder peaks, organizing the many compartments of … Continue reading The Eye Of the Mother
Skeletons Remain
Skeletons remain in the spaces beneath the pain. My brain becomes a seismograph of moving timelines and opportunities to rewind. I enter the dark caverns armed. This is no place for charm or niceties. This is a war to be fought by a single army. I am one with what was formed. I go quiet … Continue reading Skeletons Remain
Victim To Survivor To Thriver: You Will Do It!
As I have lived my own survivorship and spent the last few years deeply connecting with trauma survivors, I see three distinct phases of the journey. Victim | Survivor | Thriver (and for some, Advocacy/Warriorship) I think one of the most difficult breaks in the healing process is moving from the victim to survivor state. … Continue reading Victim To Survivor To Thriver: You Will Do It!
The Birth of Death
In battle, small platoons take hold positions. Their leaders converse and strategize. It is neither a battle they plan to fight nor a war they wish to start. It will be a complete conquering, and this must be a smooth sweep. Such things are not decided upon quickly. Every angle is inspected thoroughly and repeatedly. … Continue reading The Birth of Death
Redirection
I can be like a hound dog, occasionally distracted by attractive scents, sniffing successfully until something redirects me.
Revealing is Healing
It is indeed a time of revealing. In an instant, the nastiest, most profane and viral parts of the human unearth themselves.
Abuse Is Not Just “Being Harsh”
Harsh, that's what my mother's generation called verbal abuse. Harshness. Harsh meant you could be spoken to however the adult wished.
“Dead, Insane or In Jail: A CEDU Memoir” by Zack Bonnie
"Forgiveness means giving up all hope for a better past." Lily Tomlin Accented with unique and relevant art by Jonathan Weiner of San Francisco, CA,"Dead Insane or In Jail: A CEDU Memoir", by Zack Bonnie, reveals with precision the mind bending abuse enacted inside of the youth reform industry. "The Cult That Spawned the Tough-Love Teen Industry", … Continue reading “Dead, Insane or In Jail: A CEDU Memoir” by Zack Bonnie
Soul Genocide
She mimicked normal,
Smiling, wine glass
Lifted pinkie; copied class,
And she remembered back,
Carefree before this jump.
“Ownership” Featured Blog Post
**TRIGGER WARNING** One of the ideas that I have struggled with the most this past year is that I was a slave. I was owned. Words that are hard enough to type and still stumble and bumble off of my tongue. My heart clenches, my hands shake, and my mind screams NOOOOOOOO every time I … Continue reading “Ownership” Featured Blog Post
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