Finding Courage

It has been a while since I have made the time to write on here.  My time has been consumed by family responsibilities, work, baseball and the works of my second novel. And just this week I was asked, if I wanted the privilege of joining a support group that concentrates in helping victims of abuse.

I wondered, at first, why me?  Why was I being asked to join?  The answer was, because of my positive outlook on life.  And I thought, that’s a joke.  Having grown up with severe emotional abuse I find it very hard to stay uplifting, much less find the words to lift someone else.  This aside from not being what is normally considered a “very sympathetic” person.

I’ve always been of the mindset that everyone fends for themselves, and that those that attempt to be altruistic are only fooling themselves, because not everyone wants to be helped.  However, this has given me the chance to dig a little bit deeper.  To find out what I’m capable of.

Victims of sexual abuse are given a chance to talk to others that have been through the same situation and they can support each other.  Whether the attack was from a boyfriend, spouse or complete stranger, saying no means no.  When those pleas go unheaded it affects more than the person that has been attacked.  Not only is their life completely altered, their family dynamics are also unsettled.

So, in this first post I guess what I’m trying to say is that, no matter how difficult a journey we must walk, in the end we can be strong while the attacker continues to be a monster.  They will never be free but a victim can learn to fly.  We are all building a foundation and coming together to give strength a face.  We may be damaged but we are NOT broken.  And we are beautiful.