Most of my work centers on supporting individuals who are surviving or have survived abuse. I would argue that anyone who has survived trauma is still surviving it, but that’s it’s own writing. What I do is help individuals voice and reshape their stories. I do this because my story is one of abuse and survival. Over the years, I have written and rewritten what happened to me along with–and here’s the heart of what I teach–what should have happened to me. I write myself now into my story then.
A member of the #LinkYourLife community is hurting and has asked for help. No doubt someone among us is hurting and is afraid to ask for help. Let’s team up and link up and blow away that hurt and fear using that power of community and compassion. You wrote deep and you were exposed. What did it feel like when readers/viewers/listeners witnessed your work? What did it feel like when they challenged your experience? We have all been hurt. Write the hurt. We’ve all had a moment of regret. Write
The lamp lived by her bedside. It lit the dark nights with a lavender glow. It was like jewelry for the eyes, and gave the curious sense of wearing sunglasses in the dark. Or glasses that created sun. It was clean. That’s why she placed it in this space. It was clean and the light was warm, but in daylight it felt stark. Like it was only pretending to be pretty. It was too much like her and she hated it. There was a reason she smashed mirrors with abandon,