This morning I awoke in a ‘dark place of the soul’. As an abuse survivor, my dark places of the soul are often very dark indeed. This week there has been a ‘blast from the past’ calculated to cause huge distress, a blast crafted meticulously over a period of years with a view to mortally wounding me…
Even as I write this, I can almost sense the profound empathy, tinged with curiosity, percolating through the ether, an almost involuntary wave of agreement from my readers that Life in the Abusive Kingdom is relentlessly tough.
And so it was for a good 50 minutes…
I could see exactly where I was headed CLICK HERE to continue reading
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