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I Used EMDR Therapy To Change My Life

I had been sexually assaulted by a neighbor and my therapist then told me about a new procedure in therapy and asked if I would like to do it, which I did. It was called EMDR, Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing. We used it on not only the assault but also my childhood. The therapist has you lay or sit on the couch or whatever. You wear head phones and hear this beeping and hold these round things that kind of...

I May Not Have Everything But I Have More Than I S...

I was born into an abusive life. My parents were alcoholic and drug addicted. I was a twin in the womb, but, She died before we were born. Most kids have early memories of their mother telling them they are loved. I have memories of being told the wrong twin died and that I was a mistake. I can’t blame my father, he wasn’t there, he worked out if town and when he was home, he was wasted. It was always my mother....

There Is No More Fear In Our Hearts

My adult life began at 16. I just had my first daughter and found myself in an abusive relationship but because I was in love I overlooked the signs and red flags. I hid my pain and lied about the physical evidence. I remember telling my mom the bruises around my neck were hickies. Oh the hurt and humiliation. But she never knew. She had no idea about the streets I wondered around barefoot from running away from him, the...

Being Bulimic Consumed Every Ounce of My Energy

It was when I was standing over the toilet bowl looking down at the bright red blood that was mixed with vomit starring back at me, that I knew I could never again make myself throw up.  It was the 5th time that day that I had forced myself to puke, no wonder the blood. Being bulimic consumed every ounce of my energy for the first 7 years after I was molested and it took me another 7 years to climb out of that hell to...

I Allowed An Idiot To Define My Worth

When I was a little girl, he was everything. He was big. He was scary. He was a monster. He was a provider. He was an example. He was also my biggest critic, worst nightmare and my molestor. I managed to survive with what I thought was some sense of normalcy although I knew for some reason I hated myself by the time I was 14. He blamed me for my brother and sister’s bad grades. He told me I meant nothing inside my home...