Throughout my healing journey, I have learned that even in the darkest moments, a small glimmer of hope can break through—especially when fear and memories of abuse feel overwhelming.
There were times when fear clouded my judgment and shaped my decisions. The weight of past trauma left me feeling lost, consumed by sadness, guilt, and shame. I often withdrew from others, hiding from those who caused harm and isolating myself as a way to cope. The emotional pain felt endless, like a constant punishment I could not escape.
Although stepping out of the darkness and facing adversity felt daunting, it was possible. Along the healing journey, you meet people who offer support, guidance, and wisdom, illuminating a path toward healing and freedom.
You should never write an open letter when you are angry. I’ll make an exception this time. – I’m mad about the so-called child sexual abuse scandal and the Catholic Church.
To call it a scandal implies gossip, shame, and disgrace. The wounds are profoundly deeper than personal feelings or hurt pride.
The Roots of child sexual abuse go back a long way — the problem is rooted in deception and fulfilling the sinful desires of the flesh.
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Revised on November 24, 2024
You can grasp the truth about why abuse happens to overcome the torment or remain trapped in darkness with fear. – Abuse scars a victim’s heart and oppresses the mind. Downtrodden in spirit, victims have difficulty letting go of the story.
The story of abuse becomes a record, playing over and over again in the recesses of the mind. Victims recount what happened and hold onto the pain and suffering caused by others.
Victims remain trapped in darkness long after the affliction has ended.
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Everyone has done or suffered through situations they are ashamed of and keep a secret. Almost everybody has skeletons in their closet.
I hid painful secrets or skeletons deep inside for years. In a private place, no one was allowed to know about or enter for fear of exposure.
I call this private place the Skeleton Closet.
I was hiding secrets and living in fear and shame
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