YOU ARE MY CHILD, MY BELOVED, WITH YOU I AM WELL PLEASED
STAND BESIDE ME AND SEE YOURSELF, BORROW MY EYES SO YOU CAN SEE PERFECTLY
When you look with my eyes then you will see that the wrong you have done and the good left undone; the words you have said that should not have been spoken; the words you should have spoken but left unsaid; the hurts you have caused, the help you’ve not given
ARE NOT THE WHOLE OF THE STORY OF YOU
You are not defined by what you did not achieve; your worth is not determined by success
You were priceless before you drew your first breath, beautiful before dress or artifice
GOOD AT THE CORE
And now is time for unveiling the goodness that is hidden behind the fear of failing
You shout down your impulse to kindness in case it is shunned, you suck in your smile, you smother your laughter; you hold back the hand that would help
You crush your indignation when you see people wronged or in pain
In case all you can do is not enough; in case you cannot fix the fault; in case you cannot soothe the searing; in case you cannot make it right
What does it matter if you do not make it right? What does it matter if your efforts move no mountains?
IT MATTERS NOT AT ALL
It only matters that you live the truth of you; it only matters that you push back the veil to let your goodness shine through; it only matters that you live as I have made you; it only matters that you are made for me
MADE LIKE ME
MADE FOR GOODNESS
Desmond Tutu; "Made for Goodness"
I am a survivor of extremely severe ritualistic childhood abuse and sadistic systematic torture. This blog has helped me get my voice back and documents the journey I'm on to heal from the trauma and damage caused by that appalling abuse. Now is the time for me to tell of MY experience by speaking the truth about MY life. I will be silenced no more! On this blog I share MY life, MY healing journey; helpful quotes/stuff I come across and MY thoughts along the way. The more I speak out the more liberated I am from the shame and trauma of the abuse. My broken wings are gradually being repaired. Without God in my life I wouldn't still be here. But somehow, I keep on staying alive, surviving and rarely, occasionally, living a little!