The foundation isn’t going to crack. Maybe get a little weather-worn but paint will fix it up and we’ve got plenty of that in the form of laughter.
I don’t think anyone could have saved me. Not Jesus, not the warmth of a small child, not a favorite song or a cry from a friend, “How could you be so selfish?!”
How did they not see – how to we not see – that it isn’t about selfishness. It’s about escaping from a prison. You can’t tell me to hold on when absolutely nothing within me believes there is anything worth holding on for.
I am confident sitting in this coffee shop with my headphones in, without fear of being hit on or told I am hot. Nobody’s that desperate to assuage their confused sexuality and fragile masculinity, right?!”
I hope that if nothing else, this post might serve as a motivator for people with backgrounds like mine to realize that self care – even at the cost of job performance, time, money and relationships – is very, very important.
We were not able to defend ourselves during the abuse. But we are not powerless. Our rage and despair is full of energy, is valid, deserves to be heard.
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It is asinine and dangerous to align a man like Trump with biblical values.