Damaged Girl · A Memoir Of Pain, Love, Healing

May your inner strength shine through the dark times. May life be a light for you to know that someone has been through a similar pain. May these words show you, that trauma is only a small fraction of who you are. Remember to stop occasionally. Patience comes easier when you're focused on the moment at hand and remember to breath. It's good for the soul to welcome good days and bad ones. It is also ok to fall somewhere in between stuffed animals and your favourite chair and even if you can't erase the memories, remember you're making your own memories now. Sometimes you're going to feel trapped. But always remember; you have the freedom to choose. Chin up buttercup! You're a warrior. Screw them! Stop trying to please them! Yes, you do have a voice! Stand tall! Even in your darkest moments when you feel like shit and could care less about grace and gratitude! Karma will collect when it's due. Check your karma card. Second thought be more grateful than that... Live and stay balanced with the universe. Know that abuse, shame and pain can never truly define who you are. They say, "practice makes perfect '' but who the hell is? Nobody. Don't waste the time you have. Life is short and the moments left behind are fleeting. Always trust your instinct, your intuition and respect your values. Even if no one else will. Stand tall and speak more to the weak and less to the proud. Pour your heart out and yes it will break you and yes it will crumble your pride it never your spirit. Never. The sun will shine eventually. Then you will laugh, and you will cry and maybe even get mad. But the words you read here are pure, unfiltered and unrequited. Damage is only a word. You have the power to allow it to consume your heart. You will stray and run into danger. Drugs and alcohol can temporarily calm the hunger. But underneath you are still aching from the pain. You can try to drain all the shame from your veins. But reality is simple. When all is said and done, we have lost our way to live. We forgot our humanity. Who the hell wants to walk in their scars, when they can walk around them? I say to you with a proud voice, "swim in your pain rather than skip muddy puddles. Paint with your tears. Become the physical manifestation of a warrior and release it all! Who knows? You might actually heal." Yes, we are can be vulnerable by choice and not by force. Admit it. You can find peace in revealing your truth and letting your shame be known. I cried and screamed out to that little girl with force and tried to burn every twisted thought and internal battle. Why? Because I allowed my pain to hinder my purpose. I ran away from my trauma. This book is not to blame you, him or her. It is my story, my journey and my reconciliation with me. With her. Yes, that little girl. Our stories are not unique. They are universal." There are millions of people who have faced abuse, neglect, abandonment, suicide and depression. We all hurt the same and we are all a little damaged and changed.