Wisdom to Overcome Childhood Adversity

Throughout my healing journey, I’ve learned that even in the most challenging times, a glimmer of hope can break through the darkness, even when the fear of abuse feels overwhelming.

I remember moments when fear clouded my thoughts and influenced my decisions. The weight of past trauma left me feeling lost, burdened by sadness, guilt, and shame. I often sought to hide from those who hurt me and isolated myself to escape difficult situations. The emotional pain feels like a never-ending punishment.

At times, I met individuals who provided support, offered guidance, and shared wisdom to illuminate the path to freedom. Although moving out of the darkness to overcome adversity felt overwhelming, it was possible.

  • Why Doesn’t My Mom Love Me

    Why doesn’t my mom love me? Growing up with my mother was a constant battle. For many years, I thought, “My mom doesn’t love me.”

    Her behavior towards my siblings and me was utterly repulsive. My mom chose to favor her sexually abusive husband, who was a pedophile, over her children.

    At the age of fourteen, my father took off into the woods and tried to commit suicide. Perhaps he was ashamed of his actions or feared what would happen in prison.

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  • How To Stop Focusing on Negative Things

    Do you want to learn how to stop focusing on negative things? Read my personal story to learn how to change a negative mindset.

    Focusing on Negative Things

    Working in Home Health Care for older adults, I observe clients watching the news for a few hours or more daily. While working, I listen to news broadcasts for a few hours or more every day.

    I arrive home from work almost every day and tell my youngest the same thing; “I heard a terrible story on the news today.” Next, I continue to share the awful things that happened. The other day, she stopped me.

    Mom, “You always do that!”

    “Always do what?”

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  • Tired of Being the Strong One

    I’m tired of being the strong one in our dysfunctional family. Growing up, my younger siblings counted on me to be strong. To have the grit and strength to help them through abusive and life-altering situations.

    Over the years, the strength to persevere became unshakable due to domestic violence and other life-altering events. I’ve never questioned being the strong one in the family.

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