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Goodbye SHAME – Hello FREEDOM • Devotional

For those sexually, emotionally and psychologically traumatized ❤️ Only Jesus Christ can fix you ✝️

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Title: Trauma is NOT YOUR FUCKING FRIEND.

It's interesting.. How we trauma vics can still, subconsciously, expect some sort of apology from whatever/whoever hurt us.

Most of us are stuck in the perpetual victim-mentality, hoping that life or a lover will give a shit about us and save us from our own hell.

It's OUR hell. WE are the only ones that can pull OURSELVES out of it. Not your parents. Not your friend. Not your lover. Not your pastor/rabbi/priest. No human can. 🖤

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Hi. Sorry it's been a while. Again.

When you start healing, you really think your trauma isn't gonna hit back?

You'll be surprised how creative it gets.. Because if you confront it face to face, it loses all the hard work it's done on you.

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Title: Trauma, Don't Leave.

Have you ever been so low that your real life demons are the only ones that make you feel real?

The voices in my head are telling me that I never existed... And I'm starting to believe them.

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Title: Look at me!

* apologies for the late post *

Trauma from being ostracized from your friends, community and even family induces a feeling of almost literal invisibility. When you begin toying with the possibility of being completely hypothetical, it makes you reckless with complete disregard for your life.

Sometimes the only one who will ever see you is yourself. So please. Look in the mirror more. Until you stop hating what you see.

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Title: Mom's Drunk Again..

⚠️* TRIGGER WARNING *⚠️

A diary entry from the kids with alcoholic mothers and broken hearts 🖤

In the last diary entry, we saw how sometimes simply acknowledging our deep hurt doesn't suffice for the traumatic impacts you might still feel, right up until your death. So here we see how a lot of us then opt to overcompensating by throwing our hearts to the nearest trash bag human we can find, and expect some level of reciprocity. We're still learning. Give us some time.

Ps. The sloppy structure of the poems reflect the tardiness of a child's hand writings and sentence structure

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Trauma's reply to you. ⚠️Trigger warning! ⚠️

Bring brave enough to confront your traumatic experience/s isn't enough to make the pain disappear. Nothing will make it vanish. Sometimes being aware of just how fucked we are, sinks us deeper into the bottomless pit that is our own private, personalized hell. So.. How do you deal with this demon called Trauma?

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**⚠️ WARNING!!!!! ⚠️THIS WILL TRIGGER SOME OF YOU!! THIS IS NOT REVERSE PSYCHOLOGY TO MAKE YOU READ ON. This is trauma poetry.

If you made it this far, this poem begins my next series of diary entries to Trauma. We've moved passed Fear to further disseminate and discect who or what is the cause of it, and found Trauma. Stories will vary greatly, and will try to include as many variations that hopefully some of you can relate to. This has a point. Continue following to see where the lost kids end up.

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Raise Hell.

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Make it stop.

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Every relationship is yet another shard of glass found.. And more blood shed

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Catharsis?

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Everyone wants that dark and mysterious guy... Until he loves you back

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The Fear Diaries continues..

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