After years of suffering, I learned, keeping secrets from the public eye was a grave weakness. That secrets prevent you from moving forward in life.
My Father spoke in riddles, making you think one minute and confusing you the next.
Like the baffling statement “You can’t start life with a broken garden hoe” made days before my wedding. It confused me for twenty-eight years.
His famous remark;
don’t tell anyone what goes on in this house.
Keeping family secrets, I lived in the darkness with fear and carried heavy burdens. A battered heart split open at forty-six, and sinister secrets and burning emotional pain spilled out.
Afterward, I wrote memories of abuse, accounts filled with anger, bitterness, guilt, and shame on a blog. Pressing past the scrutiny of the public eye, a fearless writer emerged.
After years of suffering in silence, I learned that keeping secrets from the public eye was a grave weakness. Stuffing raw emotions into a corner obstructs the light of truth from shining.
The danger of keeping secrets?
God willing, the stories my Father didn’t want anyone to disclose will be more than a distant memory.
My story will be a Memoir portraying God’s redeeming love. Until it becomes published, continue reading true stories of overcoming abuse.
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