Lately a couple of people have come to the conclusion that because of my Blog content, I must have a “miserable” life. I have not approved their comments because their remarks serve no purpose, but I thought I would address their so-called concern for me.
Do they actually think this Blog is my entire existence and that just because I write about uncomfortable topics, horrific crimes against children, and the suffering that victims and survivors endure it means my life is joyless?
So just for clarity, I do have a life outside this Blog, and thanks be to God, it is often a beautiful life. Of course I still have stress, worries, and emotional situations, but that’s a part of life for everyone.
I used to be bed-ridden and so sick with multiple physical problems and psychological disturbances that my life was once hell on earth. I have overcome seemingly insurmountable suffering; but anytime I mention my suffering, it is in reference to suffering from the past.
Yes I still get angry over child abuse issues, the human denial system, perpetrators, and ignorance. But anger is merely an energy –often used for taking action, speaking truths, standing up to injustice, and defending the innocent. I would rather see more anger in this world than all the indifference and selfishness out there.
The people that made those snide comments think my Blog “doesn’t inspire” survivors of abuse, or do anything good for anyone. If that’s true, then why do I have so many readers who have thanked me for my Blog?
If I have not actually “inspired” anyone, then maybe that’s my fault. Maybe I have not presented the part of my world that is harmonious with life, love, and joy.
I live with my husband in a Sacred place, filled with nature and wildlife. We have three of the most beautiful, magical, and charismatic pets on the planet. My hobbies are photography, hiking, mountain-biking, snowboarding, snowshoeing…and I love music.
I love giving dinner parties and find a lot of joy in cooking for anyone and everyone who likes my food. I love a good film, chocolate, and baseball. My favorite time of the day is what I call the “magic hour,” when sunset is close, and it’s quiet and peaceful. I am known to capture a pretty good photo or two at “magic hour.”
Thanks to my hypno-analysis therapy, the photos below capture my life and heart as it is now. My husband of 19 years, who stuck by me through my hell, took these photos in the past two months. These photos do not capture a “miserable life.”