Vicious Introductions: from Trauma to Recovery

Last updated on December 17, 2020


Have you ever wondered what life must be like for someone whose life experience is completely different from your own, though the person doesn’t appear on the outside to be very different from you at all?

Ever wonder what it must have been like for a person to have been:

Given up for adoption as a result of fear and shame?

Raised by two emotionally abusive parents, one a rage monster, and the other a shame machine?

Raised as the stereotypical golden child of the family, the one who can do no wrong?

Identified as gifted early on in school, only to have to repeat a grade later because of a clerical error?

Shamed for loving things that other children were allowed to love?

Raised, morally speaking, by fictional characters like Captain America, Batman, and Spider-Man?

Discouraged for trying new things that other children could freely enjoy?

So broken inside that, upon reaching adulthood, you believed you couldn’t ever love or be loved, and that you’d be a failure at adult life?

A codependent, exploited in every way by a covert narcissist, abandoned in every way after the very day after we wed?

Narcissist supply for your own spouse for three decades?

An adoptive parent to a child with a significant attachment disorder?

A brand-new Christian with a myriad of debilitating psychological symptoms, yet you believed that you were completely to blame for struggling in the faith as you did?

Subjected to chronic emotional abuse for so long that you questioned your own sanity?

Scapegoated at both home and work?

Further injured by your marital counselor’s inability to see narcissist abuse for what it is?

Spiritually abused by your own pastor?

Judged and condemned by other Christians for leaving your abuser?

Financially abused by your emotional abuser?

Alienated from your own children by their own mother?

Physically free of your abuser, and yet emotionally paralyzed as a result?

I have. Every tragic detail on that list is a very important piece of the puzzle of my life.

(And if by now you’re thinking, Thank God that wasn’t my life, it’s okay. I get it. In fact, that makes two of us.)

Thankfully, my story doesn’t end there.

What if it were possible for the person who experienced all of this to be completely healed of every aspect of their childhood and adult emotional trauma?

Restored to the person they were always meant to be?

Able to view oneself and others as the three-dimensional beings we truly are?

Able to move forward with projects and tasks with relative ease and newfound confidence?

Able to live as though the trauma had never happened?

Finally free to know and live out the fullness of peace and hope and joy and love as we were always intended to?

It’s possible.

I know it’s possible, because – in all points – that is precisely what I have experienced. No fooling.

I’ve been to Hell and back, and – by God – I’m more than simply alive:

I’m standing taller than I ever imagined possible.

Tune in next week to learn more about who I am today, and the value that my journey, my tragedies, my victories, and various points in between. may have for you and others.

Because you owe it to yourself, and you owe it to everyone else in your life who isn’t just like you.


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