Destroy the Scapegoat, “Save” the Family

Destroy the Scapegoat, “Save” the Family

As my family’s scapegoat, everything was my fault. I was the sacrificial lamb or goat in this case. I was someone to blame for the ills of the family. And to “protect” the family, I had to be destroyed. Clearly, that did not work.

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?

Rest Peacefully, My Friend

Rest Peacefully, My Friend

I hadn’t spoken to L in years. Her death has effected me on a level that surprised me. I think her lifelong struggle with addiction may have contributed. I guess this is when people say ‘she lost her battle with her demons.’ I guess.