Child abuse is more complex in its definition. The writer in me and the survivor in me merge with intensity to accurately and descriptively give account to what it was like for me to endure such evil from the hands of my biological father.
Their are adults that continue to persevere through the constant "triggers" that life can give. A battle of control ensues when their are times that the need to break out of my paradiem and let the damn infliction out by crying, screaming, hitting of pillows; yell hateful obscenities to the universe; mood swings Survivors of childhood abuse fight the good fight waiting for that everlasting crown of stars that Jesus will give for those who overcome.
My heart. cries out for every child right now that is being abused. It is for those children that I write about my own sufferings in my blogging. My pain I pray will touch the heart of a surviving adult or child. I hope to write a piece of work that infuses hope and reality for all those who are on that painful road to recovery.
Writing to me is therapeutic, it is my voice and I can be heard. To be appreciated and recognized for what I can share is a privilege and I aim to grab hold of the many resources available to strengthen my skills.
I like to cause my audience to feel. I am always revising. To move one sentence here and delete another is a creative process I enjoy the most. To publish content that would leave my audience focused throughout my work is always my main objective and if my words can leave a reader provoked in thought than I am satisfied.
I began blogging so I can compile my own work in one place. I am a heart writer. I need to own and feel the passion of what I am writing about or I am as good to anyone as gasoline to fire. My long term goal is to one day have helped bring a greater awareness to what it means to be abused as a child.