Meet My Imagined Imaginary Friend

Meet My Imagined Imaginary Friend

I was embarrassed with my self-talk. Or maybe I didn’t want anyone to know that I talked to myself—least of all, my mother. Even though she hadn’t identified me as the scapegoat, I still didn’t trust her.

The Sacrificial Lamb, er, Goat

The Sacrificial Lamb, er, Goat

I would have understood my mother’s behavior if we were still living out on the plains, having to survive, and she threw me to the saber tooth tigers circling. That would have been an easier death too. I would never know that there was something wrong with me. Just instant…nothing.

Choices Were Made

Choices Were Made

I believe people choose to be good or bad, abusive or not. It is extremely disappointing to watch the wrong choice being made. It was certainly devastating to me.

Disrupted No More

Disrupted No More

It is never too soon to try, learn, or do what you have always wanted to do. As an adult survivor of childhood abuse and trauma, I am starting to do things I could not do as a child.

Escaping Abusive Parents: Yes, You Can

Escaping Abusive Parents: Yes, You Can

Growing up in an abusive home taught me to be a victim. It took an enormous amount of spark to leave my abusive home. But I did it with the help of people who weren’t afraid to stand up with and for me.

Is My Family Dysfunctional?

Is My Family Dysfunctional?

Is my family dysfunctional? Well, mine is, definitely. But what does having a dysfunctional family mean? And how can you tell if your family is dysfunctional? How does it affect us into adulthood?

Am I Bruno?

Am I Bruno?

I am working on sobriety, weekly therapy sessions, and on medication. And yet no one asks about any of my journey. Why is that? Are other’s ashamed of my journey? Am I Bruno?