Tamar's Redemption Tuesdays
How We Hurt, How We Heal
I am a survivor. My life choices can no longer stay chained to the pain of my childhood sexual abuse.
Instead of self-protecting, I try to trust.
Instead of depending too much on myself or others, I try to rely more on God.
Instead of controlling, I try to surrender.
But breaking those chains didn’t happen overnight.
It was in high school that I became haunted by memories. Flashes of times I wanted to forget. Experiences that confused me and made me feel uncomfortable. I wanted to rid myself of the thoughts as soon as they came to mind. Literally shaking my head as if I could dislodge them from my memory like water stuck in your ear after a day of swimming.
Persistent, unwelcome pictures from when I was young clashed against the hodge-podge of sexual information I was soaking in from my friends and the world around me. My memories never lined up or maybe the issue was that they did. What happened to me was wrong. I knew that much. And it happened with a trusted adult in my life.
That’s what messed me up.
Please join us next Tuesday for more of Christy’s story.