It cannot criple love.
It cannot shatter hope.
It cannot silence courage.
It cannot corrode faith.
It cannot eat away peace.
It cannot kill friendship.
It cannot destroy confidence.
It cannot shut out memories.
It cannot silence courage.
It cannot reduce eternal life.
It cannot quench the Spirit.
I am a survivor of physical, emotional, and sexual abuse at the hands of someone I trusted, someone who was supposed to love and protect me. He failed, and these are my accounts, my record of things that have come to pass.
As a survivor of childhood abuse, rape and domestic violence, I have used writing as a way to find healing. As an adult it has taken me a long time to find my voice and tell those secrets, first through writings, then by letting others read those, in my books, and now by telling my story.
