The Little Boy in the Red Sweater: My Journey Through Sexual Abuse

When I started writing a blog over ten years ago, I never dreamed, I would be sharing so much of myself in my own posts. I mostly thought, it would have bits about my life, or the news of current events. Instead, I found it a safe place to put all my fears, and insights that I discovered, while practicing yoga, meditation, reading spiritual books. It morphed into difficult memories of the stages of healing from a childhood of sexual abuse. The beginning of writing the blog, was perhaps the most difficult. I felt a lot of the similar feelings of the sexual abuse I endured as a child. My words would come out fast and choppy. I could feel my fingers and body shake as I relived each moment, through the typing of the keys, and writing the blog posts. It was another way of telling my story, while safely releasing the toxic wounds, from within my body, mind, and soul. I never knew, in advance, what words would come to me, that would trigger a blog post.

Sometimes it was a song, a distant memory, or a longing for a connection to myself that was tucked away deep inside my memories. I just knew that it had to come out on a blog and into reality in order to start the healing process.