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My Jesus, the children, He holds in His eyes

The ones you loved, they let you down,
And I want you to know that I’m sorry
The choices that they made were wrong, you were caught in the middle
And I’m sorry

So when the anger and the pain get the best of you
I know it feels like you’re all alone, but I am feeling it too

‘Cause you’re my little girl, you’re the one that I created
No one in this world  could ever be like you
When you’re crying in the night, all you need to do is call me
And I’ll be there, ’cause you’re my little girl

When you’re looking in the mirror,
I hope you’re liking what you see
Because no matter what you’re feeling,
You’re perfect to me

Cause I’ve seen you as a child, blameless in my sight
Just spend some time with me, and I’ll make everything all right 

‘Cause you’re my little girl, you’re the one that I created
No one in this world  could ever be like you
When you’re crying in the night, all you need to do is call me
And I’ll be there, ’cause you’re my little girl

I know you don’t deserve what you have been through
I know it doesn’t seem fair,
I know there are times when you think you’re alone,
But you’ve got to know that I will be there

Cause you’re my little girl, you’re the one that I created
No one in this world could ever be like you
When you’re crying in the night, all you need to do is call me
And I’ll be there for you, ’cause you’re my little girl

– Go Fish, You’re My Little Girl

With all the news of the Duggars lately, it’s been an abuse survivor’s nightmare. Constant reminders of faith gone wrong. Constant reminders of protectors turned perpetrator. It’s difficult.

But there is a God who still loves the broken. The hurt. The weary. There’s a God is still patient, and a God who is still love. There’s a God who is still there to heal hurts.

There’s still hope. Hope never ran dry. There’s still love, even for the ones who feel unlovable. It’s still there.

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A Letter to the Duggar Daughters

If you haven’t heard of the scandal with the Duggars, you may live under a rock. Anyway, that’s neither here nor there.There’s a wonderful thing called Google which will inform you of all you need to know. Anyway. 🙂

Dear Duggar Daughters,

What your brother did to you was deplorable. I’m sorry you had to suffer like that and join the ranks that no one wants to join. I’m sorry that this is being rehashed left and right – when it should have been said and done all those years ago.

Know that it wasn’t your fault. You were children. Even if it happened now, it still wouldn’t be your fault. Nothing you wore made it happen. Nothing you said made it happen. Nothing you did made it happen. It was your brother’s choice to commit that crime. Yes, crime. It wasn’t a mistake. It was a crime.

Know that it wasn’t okay. It wasn’t acceptable. While it happens in countless families, it’s not normal. It shouldn’t have happened. It wasn’t just a boy playing doctor, it wasn’t just a young boy who was curious. It was your brother and he committed a serious crime. It should not have been brushed off like it was.

I understand if you say you forgave him to save face. It’s okay if you actually haven’t. It’s okay to be bitter and angry with him. What he did was terrible. Older brothers are supposed to protect their younger sisters, they’re not supposed to abuse them. I hope that you’re able to find peace. I hope that in the midst of the storm of it being brought back up, you are able to find hope again. But it doesn’t mean you have to forgive him. I fully understand, oh how I understand, that fundamental Christianity taught you that you have to forgive him and act like nothing happened. But that’s not true. It’s okay if you haven’t. It’s okay if mentally, you want to drop him feet first into a corn grinder.

Above all, I hope you know you aren’t damaged goods. I hope you know that each and every one of you deserves love and hope and a man who treats you right. Everyone deserves that, but most of all people who have seen hell and back deserve it. I hope you know that despite all this, there’s a God who loves you and who weeps with you. I hope you understand that there is healing and hope again. And I hope you know that I pray for you. I pray you find hope. I pray you find peace. I pray that you find a way to create your life again – be it forgiveness or not, be it having a relationship with your brother or not. Whatever you choose, you’ve got to choose what’s right for you.

I’m so sorry your abuse and intimate life details are being displayed in the limelight. You did nothing to deserve that – it was the choice of your family to paint out your lives on TLC. I am so sorry that all these years later, it’s coming back to haunt you. All abuse survivors want that, but when we don’t find closure, we find life haunting us. I hope that one day, you get proper counseling and are able to heal.

I’m closing with the lyrics to one of my favorite songs.

Innocence – Seventh Day Slumber
Something I’m not supposed to talk about 
The way you violated me 
Something that I could’ve lived without 
The way you put your hands all over me 
I wonder do you lie awake and think at night? 
How you tore my innocence in two 
I wonder do you cry yourself to sleep at night? 
‘Cause I can tell you it’s what you made me do 

[Chorus:]
And I can’t get back my innocence 
I can’t get back my innocence 
how could you steal my innocence? 
how could you steal my innocence? 

Sometimes I think about what I would do 
If I ever saw your face again 
So many untold stories only you can tell 
Guess I’ll just let God contend with you 

[Chorus:]
And I can’t get back my innocence 
I can’t get back my innocence 
how could you steal my innocence? 
How could you steal my innocence? 
I can’t get back my innocence 
I can’t get back my innocence 
How could you steal my innocence? 
How could you steal my innocence? 

God gave me back my innocence 
God gave me back my innocence 
God gave my life back to me 
God gave me back my innocence

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Nothing (To My Father)

This is a poem I wrote senior year of high school. Now that my father has passed away, it’s even more interesting (to me, anyway) to read something I wrote nine years ago.

 

I reflect upon the past,
wondering if I knew the truth
or if I was fooled, and what I knew was
nothing.

What happened to make things change?
When did you quit loving me?
Did you ever truly love me, or am I
Nothing

Stop tormenting me!
Yet why should you love me?
Whatever did I do; am I just
nothing?

You used your tricks to harm me,
and wounded me by your words.
Some scars never heal,
Nothing

Your priorities were distorted
Alcohol was your idol,
I realized I was simply
nothing

I believe Family is the most important thing
You claimed it.
Yet your actions proved otherwise,
Nothing

The lies begins to come out,
I’m victim to your hypocrisy,
and fading into
nothing

As I learned the truth,
and free myself from your grasp
I realize that I was never
nothing

Starting live anew,
running free from the past
learning to live without you, no longer
Nothing

And in the end,
I realize at last
it is not I, but it is you who is
nothing.

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Sometimes I Hear My Voice

At times I wonder how long it will be until I can tell my story. There are aspects that no one knows – that I wonder if anyone will ever know. There are aspects that maybe one person know. And it’s scary – it’s scary how easily I put walls up, how easily I retreat inside myself, how easily I hide. It’s scary watching my health fall apart, watching my life fall apart.

It’s scary having diagnosis after another pile up and just feel so freaking HELPLESS as everything falls to pieces. It’s terrifying to watch my mental health shatter and so badly want to do something, but I can’t. It sucks wanting a dad again, wanting someone who’s not an epic asshat to protect me, but knowing that’s not possible.

I think that’s what’s killing me the most lately. I want a Dad I can call and tell him how poorly my health is, a dad I can update on the antidepressant situation. I want a Dad I can tell that I made homemade pizza for supper and then had a glass a milk. I want a Dad I can tell I’m being referred to yet another specialist. But I haven’t had that since 2005 and I’ll never get that back. AND IT’S NOT FUCKING FAIR.   

Why can’t I have a Dad, too?

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Nothing (To My Father)

I wrote this poem my senior year of high school spring semester. The assignment for class was to write a “tribute” or “dedication” poem to someone. The other students in this class wrote these mushy lovely poems to someone they admired or who they looked up to. Me? I took the exact opposite approach. I blew the socks off the creative writing teacher as this was his first year teaching and I guess he wasn’t expecting that. That’s me, breaking the norms! ;D

It has been revamped since then (I last modified it sometime in 2008 when I took creative writing at community college) because I didn’t like the format that the teacher made me stick to. So I tightened the language, made it in a style and format I liked, and this is the final project. I still have the original somewhere but I like this quite a bit better. 😉

Nothing (To My Father)

I reflect upon the past,
wondering if I knew the truth
or if I was fooled, and what I knew was
nothing.

What happened to make things change?
When did you quit loving me?
Did you ever truly love me, or am I
Nothing

Stop tormenting me!
Yet why should you love me?
Whatever did I do; am I just
nothing?

You used your tricks to harm me,
and wounded me by your words.
Some scars never heal,
Nothing

Your priorities were distorted
Alcohol was your idol,
I realized I was simply
nothing

I believe Family is the most important thing
You claimed it.
Yet your actions proved otherwise,
Nothing

The lies begins to come out,
I’m victim to your hypocrisy,
and fading into
nothing

As I learned the truth,
and free myself from your grasp
I realize that I was never
nothing

Starting live anew,
running free from the past
learning to live without you, no longer
Nothing

And in the end,
I realize at last
it is not I, but it is you who is
nothing.