Guest Post: With God’s Love I’ll Be Okay

Most mornings start like this morning: I wake from dreams where I’m stuck in the past. In these dreams, I’m trying to run, talk, plead or beg my way out of a remembered time or place, real or symbolic, from childhood.  My childhood, as captured in my dreams, is a prison my mind, my past, and my family once put me in.  I try everything to escape, but the only way out of that hell is by turning my eyes to the morning light  . . .

To read the rest of today’s blog post, please go visit me at The Monster in Your Closet, where I’m guest posting for my dear friend Deb Bryan.
By the way, I’m really, really excited to be over at Deb’s virtual home. She’s like a sister to me. So really, please click HERE to read today’s blog post.


11 Comments on “Guest Post: With God’s Love I’ll Be Okay

  1. Thank you so much for sharing this post. I want to say how much it means to me, but I’m having a hard time with words right now. So instead of my usual novella in a comment, I’ll leave it at this for now: ♥

  2. I hope and pray that all wounds will heal someday. It is hard to overcome something this traumatic. I admire your courage and faith. For speaking out not just for yourself but for those who are to scared to tell. “My own healing has begun and I have a long way to go. I have struggled and will always struggle with mental illness and the pain that only abused children can really know. But I’ll be okay. With God’s love, I’ll be okay. The healing begins.” Powerful, moving, truly inspiring. Thank you for being a voice that gives hope.

    • It’s so good to see you here, Island Traveler! And thank you re your kind thoughts. It is hard, this healing thing. But I was editing something I wrote a couple of years ago, back when I was started on this healing journey, and oh my gosh how far I’ve come! I say this with all of my heart and soul: there is hope, and it does get better. Thank you for being here with me. xoxo

  3. I held this post (both here and on Deb’s site) open on my computer for days. I didn’t want to forget to read it, but I didn’t want to “just blow through it” and lose the impact. I ached for little El as I read your poignant words. I ached for big El, too. I knew parts of your story, but reading this, made me both sad and gave me hope. You, dear El, are nothing less than amazing. Your strength, your courage, your persistence and your willingness to trust after the journey you’ve endured is nothing less than miraculous. Be proud. Proud of the woman–and the mother– you are. Mothers do what is best to protect their children, and you have protected both the little girl inside of you and those sweet darlings that call you mom. xoxo