Digging into the Past, Emotional Abuse: Part Three

Originally posted on Long Days. Short Years.:
If I wasn’t naming this in a series, I would call this one something clever about dirty laundry. When my mother first cut me off, she uninvited me to Christmas events and did the regular silent treatment as emotional punishment thing. We even invited her to our home…

Sharing Your Story

Sharing our stories is scary. Allowing someone into your mind, your feelings, knowing others look to condemn those, is frightening. People in the story don’t like when we release the truth. They’ll say we are gossips, we are playing the victim, we are villains, we are immature, we like drama, we need attention. But sharing…

When Someone Dies and People Tell You How to Grieve

The last few years have been overwhelmed with losses. Personally I have seen the death of two grandparents, a godparent  and a life-long friend. Several friends have also experienced a multitude of losses in their families and circles. It seems to have come in multiples just now, in a way we haven’t expected, in a…

Re|learn Truth

It’s funny because sometimes you relearn a lesson you thought you knew, and you’re sure you’ve been trying to teach it to everyone else only to learn it was you that wasn’t getting it.  This season of life has been so bittersweet: losses and gains have swirled together in such a strange way it’s hard…

back from hiatus: blowing up the blog

I’ve been on hiatus. Not just from the blog but from DEALING. Back in September, we tried to buy a house. The American dream. Every body does it. Except us, apparently. Because after five weeks under contract we found out our financing was not going to go through, citing the reason that Not The Mama…

You make all things new….even me.

There was a time, not oh-so long ago that I didn’t know what gossip really was. I was taught that gossip meant talking about something that wasn’t true. Just talking about people was a part of my family of origin’s every interaction. That wasn’t gossip, that’s just what you do. This is what we were…

an apology

When I was a very little girl, I had a babysitter.  She lived near my home and was friends with my mother. At that time she was just a young girl herself, in middle school I suppose and I was about three years old. As she grew older, she also grew closer to my family….

Be Still.

There has been so much warring in my mind these days. That I’m forced to relive the worst days amongst lies and more hideous lies is the ultimate blow. But I pray for peace and the Lord provides. Moments at a time, as I trust Him. He who knows the truth far more than even…

The rest of the story

I originally wrote this on May 3, 2014 and it was password protected for the last four years. I’m no longer hiding the truth and God is using my story in the lives of others. Dig right in, won’t you😉

it is for freedom

You know exactly the kind of person I’m talking about here. The kind that pushes down, in order to be on top. I literally can see the hand, holding down your head to propel upward in some kind of weird race where one runner thinks they are winning and the other can’t breathe for confusion…