The Christian Adult Child

When under stress, the brain’s ability to form words and store memories is majorly compromised. Only survival matters. As healing begins to take place, I began to name things. I put a name to emotional, physical and verbal abuse where it had happened. I gave a voice to feelings that had no form of expression.

Piece by piece I was able to truly describe my childhood. The Big Red Book was the beginning of my vocabulary, as well as Codependent, No More by Melody Beattie. I hope that through these reflections, poetry and posts of mine your “terminal otherness” (as ACA calls it) is comforted by my account.

Putting words to feelings is powerful. On this page you will find words, my words…giving an account, telling a story, finding their place “out there” rather than stored inside the tissue of my body. This is powerful.

As ACA “The Solution” literature state, “feelings and buried memories will return. By gradually releasing the burden of unexpressed grief, we slowly move out of the past. We learn to re-parent ourselves with gentleness, humor, love and respect.” I’ve chosen to share my words with you, some of my blog posts are poems, reflections, musings and short thoughts. Grab a tea, light a candle, snuggle with a blanket, find a patch of sun, find something to bring you into this moment as you scroll through and reflect and, remember, be gentle.

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