My head is a tangle of thoughts all rushing around like bees.It’s difficult to grasp just one to examine.I’m terrified of bees.I run from them screaming even though logically I know they wonthurt me unless I provoke them.Provoking these thoughts also make me want to run awayscreaming,afraid of the pain associated with looking at them…
I am a woman who has an eating disorder, but I am not an eating disorder. My eating disorder has been an expression of my feelings and beliefs, a way of meeting unmet needs, and a way for me to numb deep pain. I am a woman, not a failure for not being a specific…
“Betrayal is like being given an ice cream sundae by someone I like and trust. The big person is nice and seems to like me and enjoy me in ways that others do not. I feel special when he offers me ice cream. He encourages me to try a topping and whipped cream. I enjoy…
It’s me again. I know it’s been a while since we’ve talked, but somehow every now and then you manage to find your way back into my life. I’ve decided that I can no longer continue to have a relationship with you because you’ve slowly destroyed bits and pieces of me and the person I…
“But he was wounded for our transgressions; He was crushed for our iniquities;Upon Him was the chastisement that brought us peace,and with His stripes we are healed.”Isaiah 53:5 What do we do with the question of pain? So many of us question God because of the pain we have experienced or the pain we…
Several years ago I was in a lot of emotional pain. I had just finished going through an abuse group similar to our Passionate Heart Groups and I couldn’t cry yet. At the time, I was also going through painful circumstances in a ministry that couldn’t be resolved and I was so exhausted that I…
Sexual abuse how you have robbed meYou stole my innocence and life the way God intended it to beYou kept me in a chain with sins and behaviors I couldn’t refrainYou took over my mindDepression , shame and fearwere the mountains I daily climbedSexual abuse the robber of innocence and lifeMany a might I cried…
To some, it seems, that others do not count;they are seen but do not matter.Pain inflicted which is not observedor perceived by outward measure,does not at all exist. The affliction that is deeply hidden withinis far greater than the observable scarsor bloody, oozing gashes.These secret hurts, like cancerous tumors, permeate carelessly at will. These illusive injuries…