It’s difficult to reflect on the problems of an abusive parent when you’re in the middle of the recovery storm. I remember feelings of bitterness, anger, and resentment surfacing many times throughout my writing journey. Bitterness had taken root in my heart long before adulthood. I struggled to understand why my mother failed to protect…
Originally shared during the closing season of Abuse Journal, this reflection marks the completion of a ten-year memoir journey and the beginning of The Remnants Journal. As you may know, I started writing on Tumblr to release the anguish of abuse—all the pain buried for years. At first, the memories came in bits and pieces—scattered…
Mending the pieces or healing heartfelt emotional wounds after experiencing child abuse, adverse childhood experiences, or domestic violence is a slow process. It takes time to overcome the trauma and learn to find beauty in every season. I remember when the fractured pieces of my life shattered on the ground—pieces of the past I didn’t…