healing

I decided to devote my life to telling my story because I felt that having survived I owe something to the world and anyone who has endured the pain, the isolation and the betrayal of family members.Though I no longer live in silence, I continued to carry the pain and the memories. This is something that will always be part of me but I choose not to be defined by this crime. I choose to give hope and I want survivors to know that they're not alone. I want children to have the opportunity to be happy, safe and protected from sexual abuse.

Who can see inside the deepest recesses of your imagination and manifest those wishes into your daily experience? Who can appreciate those subtle nuances of character you've acquired by overcoming your deepest fears? Who can truly respect those things that are no longer a part of you because of all your work to release them? Who can see the strength left behind in the wake of your unique struggles and obstacles? Who will see you for who you are, appreciating everything that is there, everything that is not, everything that can be, if you do not? Who else can?

Trying to find answers to why and how my life got into such a dismal mess, I sought answers in the scriptures, in religion and philosophy, but it only confused me further. Stories, on the other hand, helped me cope, heal and recover.

We must heal this terminally ill world with love.

Your eyes see me in ways the mirror never could.

Healing from childhood abuse is not going mad, it is going sane.

Sorrow is specific. Sorrow is vibrational. Sorrow is the state of depressed dimensional fields in and around the heart region. So actually, what is being said here is that there comes a time when an individual cannot love enough to transmute certain experience. Certain experiences are so challenging that the individual__ heart region depresses. If one can transmute shocks to the heart, and regain or hold heart balance, then one understands the __athematics of sorrow_ at that dimensional spectrum.

Tchingis, if you determine this is to be so, who can withstand you? You are poetry after an ugly day, and heal wounds I didn't know I had.

The pain of childhood walks beside me as a friend, it teaches me how to invite the stillness of compassion - Shavasti

I had built such a wall between my experiences and how I felt about those experiences that I was incapable of reliving both simultaneously. I could talk about my traumas, even walk through them, but I couldn__ feel them. When I tried to bring it all together, when I tried to remember how I had felt, I disappeared in my own head. My to-do list took on grave importance. The book I read the night before filled my thoughts. Yesterday__ article suddenly called out to be rewritten. I couldn__ get inside myself.

I have been hurt so bad and I still love so hard, I admire my heart for that.

Gloria put a bowl of stew in Peter's hands. "Eat," she said.Peter raised the spoon to his lips. He chewed. He swallowed.It had been a long time since he had eaten anything besides tiny fish and old bread.And so when Peter had his first bite of stew, it overwhelmed him. The warmth of it, the richness of it, knocked him backward; it was as if a gentle hand had pushed him when he was not expecting it. Everything he had lost came flooding back: the garden, his father, his mother, his sister, the promises that he had made and could not keep."What's this?" said Gloria Matienne. "The boy is crying.""Shhh," said Leo. He put his hand on Peter's shoulder. "Shhh. Don't worry, Peter. Everything will be good. All will be well. We will do together whatever it is that needs to be done. But for now, you must eat."Peter nodded. He raised his spoon. Again he chewed and swallowed, and again he was overcome. He could not help it. He could not stop the tears; they flowed down his cheeks and into the bowl. "It is a very good stew, Madam Matienne. he managed to say. "Truly, it is an excellent stew.

Be at peace with yourself and with all men.

I could not see beauty until I held hands with chaos in silence.

With God__ help in the grasp of addiction you__l find the truth. When we understand this and its purity, then true healing can begin.

This MomentThis straining, messy, awful,moment in time Is perfect. Push aside your agenda for a second and you__l find perfection bursting out of its confines.This moment brings truth,illuminates weaknesses,and builds power and wisdomto make us stronger.There are numerous signs, here and now,that teach so profoundly,that validate the strengths we hold inside,that let us know who we really loveand what we need to say.If we can make ourselves look at these signs,at the whole picture, at how it fits together, at where our path is leading, we might discover how to turn our direction,So this moment can rise upriding a cloud of joy,and heal.

Have you ever been by yourself with no distractions? No radio, no TV, no internet, no mobile. Have you every been yourself in complete and utter silence? With no expectations and nothing else to do?Silence heals.

The first step to healing is to make peace with your scars