When I was a child, I just wanted someone to see me. I
wanted someone to see all my pain and shame and to really see inside. I
wanted to feel like I didn’t have to hide it. I just wanted to feel like I was
I am unraveling all the wrongs that were done to me and it
is just so difficult. I don’t know how to navigate through the pain. It is
I don’t want to be mad at him anymore, but I just don’t know
what else to feel. I want to move on but can’t. I’m not stuck; I’m where I’m
supposed to be. It is out of my control.
I've come to realization that we are all born with an identity entirely our own. When we are born into a dysfunctional family, we have to become who our family needs.
For me I was the second mother to my two sisters which was necessary because my mother was and still is caught up in her own pain and addiction.
You think the wounds caused to you are too much to bear. You think that you can't move past it.
I may not be the best representation of what it can look like to be healed; I am truly in the process of getting better each and every day. But, with God's help everything is possible. I am living proof.