Surviving
This nice release of weights has been grand. Exhaustion and heart palpitations can now fall behind. It is this kindness that I never thought I would feel. And a surefire peace I can overcome.
Being a survivor with true grit and an unsurpassing faith I have learned not to wallow in what can make me a victim forever. I find truth can set you free in so many ways.
The pure exhaustion and relief I felt after my confession to my mother. An eye opener to her but she was not surprised. This was underlining her mind for decades and she couldn't put the puzzle together.
Now she has the pieces. And has come to terms with the final outlook. And I must say the relief in her not hating me nor slapping me for speaking ill of my sister .
My mind released. The therapy I have gone through to make my life peaceful has been supreme. A turning leaf in a book of shadows. No longer does the power of the abuser stand choking me, any longer.
I finally can be me without hiding. Rape. Abuse. Assault. Manipulation. Power. Whatever you call it, be better than that. Be a survivor. Surprise those who weigh you down. Be yourself.
Survive. Have grit. Push yourself back up and keep living.
I must say that is a saying in my family especially through the women. They always said when you are drowning in mud pull yourself from the grave and stand tall. Have courage to put one foot in front of the other. And most of all, have faith.
Now that is where I turn too. Faith. Working on gaining my place at Jehovah's table, once more.
And I only survive out of pure volume of not letting any part of my past drowning me. And those times when I think I am sinking I pray more than before. For I know I only survive because Jehovah has plans for me.
And paradise is going to be beautiful. I can't wait, what about you?
Being a survivor with true grit and an unsurpassing faith I have learned not to wallow in what can make me a victim forever. I find truth can set you free in so many ways.
The pure exhaustion and relief I felt after my confession to my mother. An eye opener to her but she was not surprised. This was underlining her mind for decades and she couldn't put the puzzle together.
Now she has the pieces. And has come to terms with the final outlook. And I must say the relief in her not hating me nor slapping me for speaking ill of my sister .
My mind released. The therapy I have gone through to make my life peaceful has been supreme. A turning leaf in a book of shadows. No longer does the power of the abuser stand choking me, any longer.
I finally can be me without hiding. Rape. Abuse. Assault. Manipulation. Power. Whatever you call it, be better than that. Be a survivor. Surprise those who weigh you down. Be yourself.
Survive. Have grit. Push yourself back up and keep living.
I must say that is a saying in my family especially through the women. They always said when you are drowning in mud pull yourself from the grave and stand tall. Have courage to put one foot in front of the other. And most of all, have faith.
Now that is where I turn too. Faith. Working on gaining my place at Jehovah's table, once more.
And I only survive out of pure volume of not letting any part of my past drowning me. And those times when I think I am sinking I pray more than before. For I know I only survive because Jehovah has plans for me.
And paradise is going to be beautiful. I can't wait, what about you?
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