
Healing for Adult Survivors of Childhood Abuse
Helping survivors understand abuse, begin healing, and find lasting hope through biblical wisdom and God’s grace.
Childhood abuse can leave wounds that follow us long after childhood ends. You may struggle with fear, shame, painful memories, or difficult relationships without fully understanding why. Yet your past does not have to determine your future.
I know this journey because I have walked it, and I want you to know that you are not alone.
Whether you are searching for answers, taking your first steps toward healing, or growing deeper in your faith, I pray you find the understanding, hope, and encouragement you need here.
Being Grateful in Times of Hardship
A while back, I was talking with my baby sister about memories of abuse. She became worried and expressed concern about me being so negative all the time. I thought she didn’t understand. I’m in the process of writing a Memoir, and recalling memories of abuse is essential. It’s an emotional outpouring and a slow process that takes time. And remembering painful memories of abuse will…
Living in Fear is a Trap
When I look back over my 52-year life, one thing stands out the most: I’ve spent a good share of it “living in fear.” I lived in fear of an abusive husband finding me in fear of judgment, having run away, leaving my two children behind. And the fear of what others thought about me. In other words, “fear” consumed my thoughts and held me captive…
How to Overcome the Fear of Being Vulnerable
How can you learn to overcome the fear of vulnerability? The best way is to do what you fear, walking by faith. Having suffered abuse at the hands of parents, a boyfriend, a husband, or a stranger leads to being fearful and distrustful. The last thing you want to do is be vulnerable. Vulnerability to an abuse survivor means you are open and trusting of…
My Testimony of Coming to Faith in Jesus Christ
My testimony of coming to faith in Jesus Christ As a child, I lived in the Adirondack Mountains in a vast woodland once owned by my grandparents, Willard and Maude Carleton. My father worked in the Paper Mill, plowing and harvesting his fields and cutting down firewood for winter. My mom was a housewife and later provided home care. Growing up, I experienced neglect, child…


