Harsh, that's what my mother's generation called verbal abuse. Harshness. Harsh meant you could be spoken to however the adult wished.
At 1379 Milepost, Delta Junction, Alaska, is a religious commune with a history of horror.
This will be my last post for 2016 as I move onward and upwards going forward. This year has been full of lessons for which I am grateful. I have become wiser and stronger. Now, I will give examples of how abusers hide inside of the world of advocacy work, sometimes further damaging people who … Continue reading Abusers In Advocate Clothing
Forgiveness. Sometimes I get tired of hearing this word. What does it mean to me? It feels moot; an unnecessary element in the totality of my growth journey. I've learned a great deal about myself through this journey of therapy. This host who carries these parts of me, she is intelligent and free spirited, kind … Continue reading Forgiveness Is For the Egomaniac