The Mini Chronicles

The Mini Chronicles

I have had a hell of a week.  I packed up our belongings while throwing half of them away, loaded the other half in a POD, put 6 months of essentials in a rental SUV (quite a big one), and drove 12 hours to a furnished house I had never seen before (other than the...
Where Is the Help?

Where Is the Help?

I grew up in a world where help came in two forms.  It was non-existent. Or it was a betrayal disguised as help.  My abusers made it clear that I was not going to find help.  Each time I tried to find help, it was thwarted.  Each time I had optimism, that optimism...
The Punished Life

The Punished Life

It has been many years since I went “no contact” with my family.  I have not regretted it.  That doesn’t mean I have never felt an urge from my love seeker or karma kid to reengage.  There is always a slight feeling that maybe, just maybe, the next time, they will do...
Taking Back our Credibility

Taking Back our Credibility

When we are born into an abusive family, we are born into a war we didn’t know we were fighting.  We also don’t know how to fight it.  We were never given the weapons to fight this war.  But the attacks on us start the minute we are born.  I am not suggesting we are...