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...
Nothing is Free

Nothing is Free

I haven’t always liked myself very much.  That is a side effect of growing up with horrible people who blamed their behavior on me.  But I have always been openly proud of my independence.  I have always seen my ability to function without help as a powerful...
Love is a Vicious Motivator

Love is a Vicious Motivator

For anyone who has spent time with me over the past few weeks, you probably found it hard to miss my latest obsession.  Recently I discovered BBC’s Sherlock.  I know what you are going to say next.  “Elisabeth, you are 7 years late to that party.”  I know that.  I...
Own What Is Yours

Own What Is Yours

I have been triggered today.  While I don’t normally write blog posts from this place (unless they are written by parts), I feel I have an obligation to sound a wake up call when it comes to generational trauma.  I feel a strong desire to write this despite...