After years of suffering, I learned, keeping secrets from the public eye was a grave weakness. That secrets prevent you from moving forward in life.
My Father spoke in riddles, making you think one minute and confusing you the next. Like the baffling statement “You can’t start out in life with a broken garden hoe” made days before my wedding. It caused confusion for twenty-eight years.
His famous remark;
don’t tell anyone what goes on in this house.
Keeping family secrets, I lived in the darkness with fear and carried heavy burdens. At forty-six, a battered heart split open, and sinister secrets and burning emotional pain spilled out.
And blocked memories of abuse; accounts filled with anger, bitterness, guilt, and shame published on a blog. Pressing past the scrutiny of the public eye, a fearless writer emerged.
After years of suffering in silence, I learned to keep secrets from the public eye was a grave weakness. Stuffing raw emotions into a corner obstructs the light of truth from shining.
The danger of keeping secrets?
God willing; the stories my father didn’t want to be told will be more than a distant memory.
My story will a Memoir portraying God’s redeeming love. Until it becomes published, continue reading true stories of overcoming abuse.
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