Words from my Soul

As a Survivor of childhood abuse I would like to share a little power to all of you. Before I start I want to say that the most important thing to remember is to stop being afraid to talk about it. It is time to uncover the rug and discuss the things that are so close to home. Stop covering your daughters ears. Let them know what is out there and what can happen to them. Make them aware, let them be scared. The more honest we are, the more we teach them then the more they become stronger to face the truth if it is ever presented to them. Let them know that there is a way out, there is always someone to tell and there is someone out there that will listen and do what ever they need to do to help them. It has been hidden and censored for too long. Human trafficking is happening right here in the town you live in. There are safe houses for those that have been rescued, there are numbers to call if you are or know a victim. It is not something that is happening on TV. It is here, it ...

There are probably going to be many opinions about this post but this one is mine.  Through your life you make memories,  alone,  with family and people that were once a big part of your life. All of these memories make you who you are today through the good the bad and the ugly.  Some memories cause you to smile with happiness that was felt in that moment,  some cause you tears from the pain and emotion that still feels so real, others make you cringe wishing you could erase the entire chapter.  When things come up that make you remember something or someone it's hard to make heads or tails of why it's important enough for conversation.  There are specifics that are controversial for many people. An ex.  A lover that once was. Someone  who at one point was a thought that was going to be forever.  When you move on to another relationship you know that the past will always be in your thoughts.  But at what point should the past...

I've witnessed a mother,  friends, a son,  ex wife,  ex girlfriends and close family all go through the hell that he caused.  How many people have to turn their backs before the point is taken.  Friends come and go, to the point where you can't keep track. I always said I would be there no matter what but I guess even the most loyal of people can back out of a promise. I got pushed to that point. Over so many years I put all my faith in to him, no matter how wrong he may of been, I always believed he "could change". Years of so many lies, lies that even he began to think were true, ones that hurt people and sometimes were unnecessary. He could tell a story like it really happened and you were a part of it and most people were too shocked, or afraid to say it didn't . He stole from so many people, family and friends. From little things that didn't need to be stolen to things like trust.  Always know to never cross him, never call him out...

           It's almost too easy in the beginning. Two hearts so completely in love who can never get enough of each other. You believe it will last forever. Promises to never let it change.  Text messages that made your body feel numb.  Phone calls that you could hear the smile on the other end. Times where you felt like you haven't heard from them for hours but you look at your phone and its really not even been sixty minutes. When they are right beside you but they are not close enough. You've been together all day but the hours seem so short and you need more time. When you can feel your hearts beating together as one. So intense you can't breathe. Feels too good to think that the fire will ever stop burning. Nights turned into mornings and the mornings lasted until the afternoon. Laughing, saying we couldn't stay in the bed all day but it felt so good you just didn't want it to end. But even on the best days. Moments where the connect...

I believe in angels. I believe that there are angels walking the earth with us. We see them, we look past them, we ignore them but they are there. Everywhere. I worked with my father for a long time. We would go to accounts together and that gave us a lot of time to talk and bond. One day we were walking up to a building and while still in the parking lot this butterfly stayed close by and followed us all the way up to the door. We both thought it was really awesome but kept going about our business. We were working with the contractors for about an hour, if not longer. When we were leaving the butterfly was still by the door. My dad chuckled. "It waited for us." I just smiled as I stared at it amazed that it was so close and still there. After a minute or so of standing there looking at this beautiful creature and talking about it we started back to the truck. The looks on our faces were identical as we realized the butterfly was tagging along. I am sure you could j...

em·path ˈempaTH/ noun (chiefly in science fiction) a person with the paranormal ability to apprehend the mental or emotional state of another individual I have always been the overly sensitive kind of human. I will cry at commercials. I can't stand to see anyone being hurt or tortured. I refuse watching anything where an animal is being harmed. You know those videos on facebook where the animal is being rescued from some kind of human cruelty, even though you know at the end the dog is going to being doing amazing with a better life and a family, I still can not watch it. My heart can not take the emotions that flow through my body. I don't understand why there are people out there that could hurt another living thing. I can not wrap my mind around it. I say things without thinking sometimes. My friend was standing in my office and she was crying about different things going on in her life. I allowed her to get everything out as I cried with he...

Writing can be such an amazing escape. Not only from reality but also into a brand new discovery of another life. People can write for so many different reasons. Some like to take you into a different land of imagination and make believe. Others use it to get lost in romance and emotions. There are all kinds of ways to grab the attention of the reader. The words. It is all in the words, the meaning behind them and the passion that makes them come alive. I write for something totally different. I need to heal. I have an emotional explosion of my life and writing is my way of letting it all out. There is a sense of safety that consumes me when I allow my thoughts, my fears and my pain unfold. When I share my demons and my history I take that chance of shame and ridicule to find me. But no matter what I may receive from another there is nothing worth the weight that is lifted from my heart and soul when I release it into the universe. Today I was referred to as an angel. Not your ...