Saturday, October 26, 2013

Her words took me there in an instant

I was reading a blog today and the woman had mentioned memories of when she was abused as a child.
She talks about "folding into a shell" and instantly I am there again, down on the shower floor, curled into a ball, screaming for the pain in my heart to be healed.

Many times I would use the shower to drown out my screams.
I would cry long after the water ran cold and my fingers ached from staying clenched with a mixture of anger and sadness combined.

I was not abused in the way that this woman was; but abused I was.

Emotionally - mentally - physically abused by a WEAK man.

He wounded my soul, but he didn't destroy it.

I carry maroon scars, deep inside.

Her words took me there in an instant and now I blink back tears of the memories.

It was a lifetime ago and still so real in my
mind when I let it return.

We never forget the pain.


  1.'s odd how our experiences are different but our emotions and memories and scars are so very similar. That's the thing about abuse; the way it's inflicted varies greatly...but it affects each of us in a way that binds us all together.

    1. Kristin, I appreciate your words and your strength for sharing your story.


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