…why anyone would think I am brave or courageous for writing about what I have been through.

I certainly don’t feel that way.

 

Writing about my past actually scares me to death, but I know if I don’t write about it from time to time, I have done nothing to help prevent it from happening to someone else. I have done nothing to help someone else who is currently being abused. I have done NOTHING… and I absolutely cannot bear that.

It would be like letting everyone who ever abused me win. And I’ll be damned if I let that happen!

 

So, I sometimes write about being physically and emotionally abused by my step-father. And I write about being sexually and emotionally abused by my maternal grandfather. Not because I’m brave… not because I enjoy remembering it (God forbid!), but because if I remain silent… I contribute to the perpetuation of the abuse to others.

 

I thank everyone who said such wonderful things in response to my blog post… but I’m no more brave or special than anyone else.

 

I just want all the pain to end for EVERYONE.

 

All my love to all of you, my amazing friends and family! I couldn’t have become the person I am without you!

 

God bless you all!