I’m writing to you all the way from Bangkok, Thailand in the 2019. It’s a long ways off for you, but it’s definitely something you can look forward to seeing on day, in the not so distant future. I thought about you today as I looked out at the expanse of this amazing city, and it brought me to tears. Why was I crying you may ask? It’s because as I was sightseeing I thought about the abuse you’re having to endure at the moment, and your sense of hopelessness. I don’t want you to give up. I know it’s easier said than done, but trust me, it gets better. Continue reading “A Letter From the Future”
This is the second installment of a two-part series. For background information please refer to part 1 of the identically themed article.
Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” To the contrary, if your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink; for by so doing you will heap burning coals on his head.” Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good. – Romans 12:19-21
What Would Jesus Do?
Not long after we left the police station trying to process the events that had unfolded, my mom began to feel a sense of guilt. The countless calls she received from her church friends planted in her mind that maybe I perceived Nate’s approach incorrectly. Continue reading “The Past Came Rushing Back: The Role of Religion in protecting the Abuser – Pt. 2”
I have indeed been overwhelmed and humbled by the numerous support and response I have received since I posted my initial “The Anatomy of Abuse” blog yesterday. Many of you have written to me personally giving me your support and encouragement. It truly means a lot to me. Many of you have also asked about how I managed to go through life thus far with the history of my past. I am therefore writing this as a follow-up to answer some of the questions I have since received. Continue reading “The Anatomy of Abuse – Part 2: Learning to Embrace your Past”
My heart raced, and beads of sweat began pouring down my face, eventually the world around me ceases to exist and I was drifting away into my own universe one where I questioned my existence. In my universe I was driven by fear of not being good enough, and the fear of being ridiculed. In my universe I thought of a world where maybe I could be perfect, maybe I could be different, maybe, just maybe I could be like others around me. Continue reading “The Anatomy of Abuse: How to turn adversity into triumph”