Read Angie's Thoughts

Hello faithful readers, all two or three of you! :) As you may know, I've been trying for the past few years to write some sort of book about my abuse experience. I have always believed God wants me to use the hurts from my past to give Him glory as well as encourage others who have been through similar experiences. When I was in college, I was very outspoken about overcoming my abuse - speaking on panels, to classes, to training workshops, telling my story to the newspaper, etc. Similar opportunities have not come my way in the past several years, so I thought perhaps writing would be a new avenue of getting my story out there. My struggle is this: Every time I have tried to write, I get to a certain point and then I get stuck. I have no problems writing out my story but after that, I kind of draw a blank and wonder, "Now what?" So, here's where I need your help. Chances are you know someone (other than me) who has been sexually abused, probably more than one perso

Today has been a hard day filled with sadness and memories from the past that involve my family. My dad's side of the family used to be so close while I was growing up but after I told about my abuse, it was like those relationships shattered into a million pieces and scattered in a million different directions. I still remember how hurt and confused I was by it all as a little girl, and unfortunately, those hurts are still part of my life right now, triggered by the stupidest little things. Anyway, here are a couple of poems that I wrote about my family and the hurt I feel. Untitled I’m screaming out loud, trying somehow to find A voice for the thoughts that are filling my mind. I want you to hear what I’m trying to say, To see that it’s his crime for which I still pay. He committed the sin and he has hurt us all So why is it me that’s taken the fall? You want to pretend that this isn’t real, While I’m doing my best to just simply heal. You’ve chosen to stay silent and speak hu