This article is part of a series of investigations into cultic dynamics in fringe groups.
Running my fingers over the scars, I close my eyes.
They will become entombed within the ancient earth and the wildflowers.
This passage from my memoir "Cult Child" discusses a near-death experience I had when I was five years old.
Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.
Art is a process of immersion and re-emerging.
We trauma survivors can have a little habit. Avoidance. I know. I’ve been there. For many years I burrowed myself into every other person and/or project that distracted my mind away from myself. I was so frightened by what I had to face in myself; the pain, the anger, the memories of a tortured childhood, … Continue reading It Starts Inside
Sexual abuse, trauma; Leaves physical scars Too deep to ever leave.
So much they don’t know, like: How I do numeric license plate Reduction to get through traffic; How I count my breaths In grocery store lines to Stay in control of an Agoraphobic mind, or How my ear buzzes when Sound is too loud, and I cannot hear my own volume So my voice elevates … Continue reading When Sorrow Comes Home
I used to harbor a lot of hate toward my mother. Let me tell you something. Hate only hurts yourself and others. It is not a shield. It comes with no solutions. It is fueled by anger and should only be felt righteously; such as HATING child rapists. In my mind the only perspective I … Continue reading Healing Yourself Heals the World
Collage Book by Vennie Kocsis Collage art is a medium which I feel most in harmony with. For me, it’s akin to throwing runes and letting the story emerge on its own. I picked up some outdated pocket planners from Half Price Books to up-cycle into new books. Below is a time-lapse video of my … Continue reading “I’m Kind Of a Big Deal: We’re Talking Cover-up”