Shattered Glass Life After Abuse

by maticgolog on deviantART Several forms of Trauma Therapy use visionary training to heal the brain naturally. These are not dark forces or drama but organic abilities all humans are born with. As creativity and imagination are decreased in the advancement of age and school-tutelage, so has the innate ability, the part of the natural man has been hushed within a person. This erasing is so indelible that most people profess to lack and never to have had the ability to heal from within. Our senses are keenest when we are untaught by the refinement of institutions and scholar-wise establishments. Thus, natural learning is the best tool for inner growth, healing and advancement. This does not mean that a person cannot learn from another. Of course, we learn from each other and those who words are printed over centuries -- saved -- for those who come later into the world that must uncover, realize ... see in every sense of that ability. Cherished fictional stories hold the truth t...

I yelled. I screamed, "Screw U!" I was so angry..... but I didn't realize until later at who. Anger Rages upon My Soul Angry - I was in such a position, angry - no one put my fragile soul safe, angry - I felt trapped, angry - I came so far to be cut off, angry - I couldn't trust others...especially those in life the very people you are suppose to trust... those in life that most often are sitting in the front row of one's funeral, that have your back, that forgive, forget and protect. Anger boiled in me, burnt my soul, made me cry in deep agonizing tones howling like a wolf in the darkest night or a battle horn blown by a solider shot, wounded blood mixed with dirt crusted on what was once an optimistic uniform. Anger seethed for those who hurt me, and I became unbalanced..rolling from one event to the next...never quite finding the "be still" place in life, because stillness brought more uncertainty and PAIN... a wall of falling rocks on my path,...

There are times when God asks us to be vulnerable to help others see. For me, this is one of those times. "I need a mommy!" mumbled the child through tears walking up and down the hallway.  Over and over, it was all she could say, the only thought that seemed to answer the hurt inside her wounded heart.  "I need a mommy! I need a mommy! I need a mommy!" she repeated as she sucked her finger for comfort. She is about  three-years old.  So confused and lost, but she knew what she was missing.  A mommy to her would be someone to take care of her, someone to love her, someone to belong to...but where, where could Mommy be found? Let me explain a little. Children raised in broken or abusive home lack security and attachment. A mother provides this as she embraces her child and gently pats her back or when she lovingly gazes in her baby's eyes. Tender times like these are vital to proper brain development. Without them the brain does not allows chemicals t...