As a child, the criminal sexual assaults
and rapes I suffered at the hands of my father tormented and tortured me mentally, physically,
and spiritually. He brainwashed me into
believing I was solely to blame. After many years of therapy, I finally know and truly believe that I was NEVER to blame.
More than 10 years ago, when I started having suicidal thoughts, I fought back by holding onto my faith in God and NEVER letting go. Like I mentioned in a previous blog post, earlier this year, long after I wrote my book (soon to be published), I struggled through the worst depression I ever experienced. My mind, senses, and spirit constantly wrestled with the bleak darkness, and my only consolation came during prayer. I felt myself slipping away and disappearing, regressing to my tormented childhood days never to return.
Thank God I met William Rosado, another survivor, who helped me achieve a miraculous breakthrough. William wisely assessed I had not completely forgiven my deceased father or myself as I told him I already did. He helped me achieve a miraculous breakthrough on July 7, 2014, my deceased step-sister Mary’s birthday. Also sexually abused by our biological father, I felt she saved my live and expunged my guilt for not finding her before she passed away.
William reminded me of the power of God’s love while carefully guiding and counseling me through completely forgiving my father and myself. However, I had to finish the process on my own in private between God and me. Determined, I had no idea how it would end. After endless tears and painfully excavating the depths of my soul, I finally achieved absolute forgiveness for my father and me. Beaten, torn, and tattered, my heart exploded, and my PTSD became history. Thanks be to God!
After my breakthrough this summer, I saw the Wizard of Oz at Millenium Park with a friend. Growing up, it gave me the hope I needed. Now, all grown up, after seeing it I realized that it not only kept me from running away, it also taught me a valuable lesson about my own healing earlier this year.
Below are the lines from the Wizard of Oz that I’m talking about. When I heard Glinda say the last line, I turned to my friend and said, “Oh, my God, that’s exactly what happened to me this year. I had to learn on my own like Dorothy that by the grace of God, I’ve always had the power to heal myself. I just had to learn it for myself.
Dorothy: Oh, will you help me? Can you help me?
Glinda, the Good Witch: You don’t need to be helped any longer. You’ve always had the power to go back to Kansas.
Dorothy: I have?
Scarecrow: Then why didn’t you tell her before?
Glinda, the Good Witch: Because she wouldn’t have believed me. She had to learn it for herself.
More than 10 years ago, when I started having suicidal thoughts, I fought back by holding onto my faith in God and NEVER letting go. Like I mentioned in a previous blog post, earlier this year, long after I wrote my book (soon to be published), I struggled through the worst depression I ever experienced. My mind, senses, and spirit constantly wrestled with the bleak darkness, and my only consolation came during prayer. I felt myself slipping away and disappearing, regressing to my tormented childhood days never to return.
Thank God I met William Rosado, another survivor, who helped me achieve a miraculous breakthrough. William wisely assessed I had not completely forgiven my deceased father or myself as I told him I already did. He helped me achieve a miraculous breakthrough on July 7, 2014, my deceased step-sister Mary’s birthday. Also sexually abused by our biological father, I felt she saved my live and expunged my guilt for not finding her before she passed away.
William reminded me of the power of God’s love while carefully guiding and counseling me through completely forgiving my father and myself. However, I had to finish the process on my own in private between God and me. Determined, I had no idea how it would end. After endless tears and painfully excavating the depths of my soul, I finally achieved absolute forgiveness for my father and me. Beaten, torn, and tattered, my heart exploded, and my PTSD became history. Thanks be to God!
After my breakthrough this summer, I saw the Wizard of Oz at Millenium Park with a friend. Growing up, it gave me the hope I needed. Now, all grown up, after seeing it I realized that it not only kept me from running away, it also taught me a valuable lesson about my own healing earlier this year.
Below are the lines from the Wizard of Oz that I’m talking about. When I heard Glinda say the last line, I turned to my friend and said, “Oh, my God, that’s exactly what happened to me this year. I had to learn on my own like Dorothy that by the grace of God, I’ve always had the power to heal myself. I just had to learn it for myself.
Dorothy: Oh, will you help me? Can you help me?
Glinda, the Good Witch: You don’t need to be helped any longer. You’ve always had the power to go back to Kansas.
Dorothy: I have?
Scarecrow: Then why didn’t you tell her before?
Glinda, the Good Witch: Because she wouldn’t have believed me. She had to learn it for herself.
