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Love Light Laughter wrote:My dear special phriend/friend,
HOW I admire your courage to come through all of this, let alone to then go on to bravely share your story with us, in the hope of helping others. I, for one, am honored that you would entrust all of us with such a deeply, deeply personal story. I am so sorry that your life had been filled with such pain, and feeling for so many years as though you had nowhere to turn must have been heart-wrenching. Knowing more of your full experience, from where you started to where you are today makes me respect you even more with how you have turned so many negatives into positive hopefuls, both for you and your family. And I am so grateful that you found your way to David and us. Take comfort that his constant message of God's never-ending love for each of us, as well as with our prayers, will help with more healing every day. Always remember you are precious, my phriend/friend, in His heart and ours.
Love and Light,
dsimons wrote:I have shared some of my stories on here, not because I want to appear brave or courageous. I do it to help myself get over the pain, and I hope that I can help others.
I got this from a phriend of mine:
Shame says, "I am not enough." Vulnerability says, "I'm scared but I'm going to say/do it anyway." Choose the 2nd. Acknowledge your mistakes, say them out loud, but don't let them mean anything less about YOU as a person. Share your stories with people and lose the shame!!!!! Therein lies ultimate freedom.
When I share, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders and it does give me a sense of freedom. I only hope and pray that by sharing I let people know that they are not alone. I'm hear to listen if they need to talk.
cindytreadway wrote:i don't tell people this because its not my story to share, but my ex daughter in law allowed my two grandsons to be abused when my son was fighting to get back custody of them, back when they were about two and 5 years old...including holding their head under water, burning them with cigarettes, tripping the one into a heater and the list goes ON. When we got them, the one stuttered and the other was 3 and just sat and stared, didn't try to talk....she also has forced them to sleep out in the cold in a jeep, left them alone in the woods...let her boyfriend yank the one and twist his arm behind him and spit on him...the stories I could tell. And then we got them back in that condition...we had NO IDEA...my son even said while we were fighting for custody...oh she would NEVER let anybody HURt them...little did we know. The oldest one finally started talking about it when he was about 7. But now he's 14 and just ruined... he's so angry, the youngest one is in counseling weekly and doesn't remember nearly as much about it...sometimes the pain of this situation is just too much to bear, I'm not kidding...you have to put it in a separate compartment from what you normally think about so you won't be ruined, you know? I don't know how not to be bitter, I haven't figured it out yet. It would be different if they were ok now, but they're not, and neither is my son, and I don't know how to feel. Nor do I know why this has been allowed. All that whole time I was praying for their safety...and I just don't know what to think. It shapes my every interaction with people, and has for years, and I've been on anti anxiety medication for a long time cause I can't deal with it. THey were BABIES. Anyone who pulls out of abuse is brave, but I truly don't understand it. Its just at the core so wrong. You ruin a person before they even have a chance to live, you know?
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