Good Fences for Good Boundaries In order to come to this place each of us has to be clear about what the important things are to us and we must also be aware that all of our decisions are leading us towards our purpose or away from it. Toward a life of integrity or away from it. Not one of […] The post Good Fences for Good B .. #drjohnaking #leadership #lifeasleaders http://www.drjohnaking.com/leadership/good-fences-for-good-boundaries/
Like a wet kiss She asks for surrender Like a soft whisper She seduces Like a lover She promises to satisfy Like a broken record She sings the same song The promise of peace Rejected Like cheap whore She leaves disgusted To return tomorrow to try again www.noworkingtitle.org
it is not over One of the biggest issues faced by those that have experienced abuse of an extreme nature is a sense that the life never lived is over. its done, its finished, stolen and gone for ever that is simple not the case, that is a choice. You have the power to choose how your story ends. The post .. #poetry #humantrafficking #noworkingtitle #givethemavoice #sexualabuse #recovery http://noworkingtitle.org/my-story-is-not-over/
paths to recovery.001"There were two therapist sitting in a bar...." or maybe I should say, "There were a thousand therapist sitting in a bar and a massive bar fight broke out because they each had their own opinion on how WE were suppose to recover." Just like it is your story, it is your journey. There is no right or wrong way...there is just the journey. For me I found EMDR useful for a time, but really it has been tenacity, writing, the gym and being future focused that has help..
You Can’t Prevent Storms You can’t prevent storms, but you can prepare for them. The post You Can’t Prevent Storms appeared first on Dr. John A. King . #drjohnaking #leadership #lifeasleaders http://www.drjohnaking.com/leadership/you-cant-prevent-storms/
This was the first piece i wrote when i started to get the flashbacks and memories. it was not the first time i was abused, that distinction was won by both my parents. but for some reason the very nature of this abuse, the humiliation, the degradation over shadowed me for many years. it was at a scout camp, we were locked down in our tents because of the rain. i can still smell the canvas, the dampness, the stale air, his breath. I find it very hard even to this day when it rains.