I'm not in a headspace to make a whole blog entry about this yet on Brain Dump. But in the future I probably will. Gods know I have plenty of other fk'd up life stories to go through! I just hope me retelling them helps someone feel less alone. <3

I have only just learned that my mom lied to me my whole life, twisted the truth, and it's only because of that that I thought it was my dad. But now, 36 years later, I know it wasn't him. And I know my mom lied to me about something so massive so she could be the victim.

"My name is -- and my dad r*p*d me when I was 2 yrs old." There was never emotion behind it, it was just said like I was telling the damn weather. As I got older I questioned if it had been my dad or someone else. Through trauma work and such stirring up memories and images...

Hi, thank you for doing this! I feel like I'm not as talented as so many of you, but hope you still like my art.

Ti add: If you could also share this post with your followers, I'd so appreciate it! I'm not very good at self promoting and can use all the help I can get. <3

It set off a light bulb for me. And I imagine living my life with abusers made me feel like other people's happiness mattered more than my own, and made it hard for me to know what love was. I feel extremely blessed to have a husband who loves me as much as I love him.

I was married once before, and leading up to and after the wedding day I was physically ill, extremely sad, and needing to convince myself I loved someone I actually didn't. I thought I had to stay for my daughter's sake. When someone said wouldn't she be worse off with parents who aren't in love.