Were you raised in an abusive family? Did selfish, abusive or sadistic parents sit at the head of your family table? Did evil permeate your daily childhood existence? The price we pay to stay connected to our abusers is almost impossible to quantify. The immense burden of carrying around families…

What better way to start a week, but with introsepection. Healing takes a mindset of growth. As a seed becomes a plant, there is visible change. The same was true in my life. The more I healed, the more everything started to look just a little bit different. Many of…

Introspection, what better way to start a week. When you live in a home of incest, no piece of you lives free. You can’t talk about your feelings, you cannot discuss the abuse and your emotions must be hidden away from sight. No love in. No love out. No feelings…

I used to have a big family. I remember the feeling of being surrounded by people and food and the kids in the corner and the coats stacked on the bed. I don’t know if anyone loved me but they knew me. Today, I don’t have any family. They are…

On the discussion of fear, do you fear rejection? Loneliness envelops the person that has been rejected. Light shines dimly from the eyes. The soul mocks the inability to breathe. Oh, rejection, I have known you well. What is abuse if not the severest form of rejection? Jesus knew rejection. It's pain leaves you disabled on the side of the road. Grief is the duty of the rejected. Fear not because God has overcome rejection, too.

Exposing secrets can tear families apart. But hear me out, it can also bring them closer together. I’ve lost a lot of family members — pretty much all of them aside from my sister and mother. …

We truly are as sick as our secrets. All I learned through my childhood abuse was, don’t tell, don’t talk — try not to remember. You think that works? Nope! “We played as children do. My brother and I were close — albeit with sexual overtones. We pretended and explored…

“My bathroom had now become the bathroom in the old motel room in ’68. My mind’s eye flew open. The window of the memory had started with that body memory. I didn’t realize what my hand was telling me until I was instantly back in the motel room. Plain as…

What better way to start a week but through introspection. QUESTION: If I asked myself the question, “How do I harm myself?” I have a myriad of ways. Oh, we know the usual harms of hurting our flesh (over eating or self-indugent behavior of any kind). But, beyond the obvious…