I have many memories, but they're not all good.
They're also not all bad.
They're also not all bad.
I have a deep seeded desire to remember;
I now think this is because I have forgotten some of the
Most life changing events in my life.
About four years ago I had flashbacks consistently in the shower;
It was about when I was six, at that sleepover.
I denied it for a long time,
But finally I accepted it.
There was a day I spent in bed trying to process it.
And at first it was overwhelming.
It was more freeing to be validated by my brother.
It was because of him my mother believed it.
And my father was prepared when I finally told him.
Ultimately, I know God wanted me to remember.
Our past matters. For everyone.
Abuse makes people want to hide within themselves;
But healing comes through community.
As much as I hate to admit it, it is true.
I am still learning how to do this.
I never understood myself when I thought I was innocent.
My parents didn't either.
The violation never leaves anyone;
The spiritual side of us knows something is irreparably broken.
Only God can heal those parts of us that words cannot go.
