My Life has been anywhere from Perfect. My life would face many things far from my control. I was young as 4 when I remembered I started to believe in God. It was between 4 or 5 when I would begin to be Physicallyand sexually abused by a monster in the family. His abuse grew more as I got older. But I would be abused by more then 3 people growing up. One would be my brothers then Best friend. He would molest me every time he came over to our house. I was deathly scared of him.
Then one day while visiting this family member he would grab both my arms and he would keep jarring me towards him for kisses. When I finally broke free I ran out of the house screaming to my parents then my dad would go running in.... he told my mom to take me for a walk. I thought he was going to Kill him, he didn't but I was so scared. So I never told the many secrets I kept from girlfriends who thought it would be fun to fondle me while I slept off a seizure at sleep overs to my then brothers friends constant incessant abuse and that went on from the time I was 6 til 17. I warned friends he went after like prey to be his girlfriend turning them into sex fiends. My friends did not want to believe me although I tried to warn them. Girls innocence lost by this animal.
He would even try to come after me when he come home on leave from the Navy. I really was petrified of him. I was so glad when he left for the Navy. I prayed he never come back. One day he did and I locked myself in the bathroom and was waiting for me. I was so petrified I couldn't get the door opened. I screamed bloody murder for my mom she had to jar it open to get me out of the bathroom because the door jammed. I was so ashamed by all that was going home. I know I told a few ppl but I vaguely remember telling them to never tell bc I was so afraid of what my dad would do. I was so young and ashamed. I felt dirty by these people touching me inappropriately. I was just a child , I did not know it was bad at the time it happened til I saw a Maury Povich show when I was about 11 or 12 I guess then I told someone and again said dont tell . The abuse toyed with my mind.
While in school I had a speech therapist teacher he would close the door on just us and one day it got scary I climbed the fire escape in room. I left screaming and crying all the way home . When I told another teacher of him she defended my mom n I and got fired for taking up my defense. He was moved to another school. I would not see him for 4-5 years when I went to other grade school for choir show and he creeped me out thru me into a seizure Just great! He still scared me even all those years later.
When I was 18, I would undergo brain surgery to remove my seizure disorder. I had repressed all abuse from my family member to the girls I knew to my brothers best friend. I just went on living acting like nothing happened til I woke up from Brain surgery In December 1991. I died on the table which I would be told by Jesus it was time to go back after a few minutes dead. I dd not want to return because I knew what awaited me in the since of my nightmare. But I came back .
It would be about 2.5 weeks after surgery I ould start dreaming about all the abuse I endured by all people . Only way I slept in the hospital was from the narcotics Once released from the hospital in Jan.1992, I would start reliving my nightmare in living color every time I closed my eyes I saw it. I was having full on flashbacks from my childhood. Night tremors ,panic attacks became a way of life for me when I came home. I became a total insomniac because I could not sleep at night. One day about 9 months after my surgery I call my Neurologist asking him for something for what I thought was Panic attacks. I started taking 2 mgs of Ativan then moved up to the max dose of 4 mg .
I went back to high school and was zombie like and once again I would have another teacher do something stupid in high school this time I did go tell the principal but wanted to remain anonymous but my bad the principal told and two days later my A went to a C real quick. I started to avoid his class and every time I did I was the only one given homework. Still not sleeping at night and I would not sleep at night for 3.5 years. I was a believer in God and knew he existed bc of when I died on the operating table in December, 1991. I fought hard to graduate high school but had to fight the school district to get it. Even after high school I still had trouble sleeping at night, still fighting panic attacks and Night tremors. I had still not told my dad about the abuse I endured from all people including his own father but it was November 1993 when I would scream telling mom to get my dad home bc I needed to tell him.I could not handle this anymore, even told mom to find me a counselor only the counselor made me feel worse then I already had. I did not trust her nor did I like her. I thought I was going crazy.
Forgiveness would come through gods grace In April 1995, I would be lying on my bed in my room door closed crying in full on panic attack had not slept in days. I laid on my bed in front of this picture of Jesus on my wall.
I had been praying the rosary for a few years daily. I was crying so hard begging God to take my life because I could not handle it. Then I asked the Lord what am I to do? I clearly heard "FORGIVE THEM" How am I to forgive them Lord they hurt me. I hate them. Again I would hear "FORGIVE THEM" . OK Lord I will forgive them all if you help me. It was then the holy spirit when from that picture and through me. I forgave all my abusers that day in 1995. I felt peace overcome me immediately. Tears dried up and panic attacks went away. I knew it was true forgiveness that night I asked my mom if she had my brothers friends phone number if not to get it asap. I called him asking if he remembered what he did to me. He did not deny and I told him "I forgive you" to him. He was like wow thank you! It was then I knew my nightmare ended. From that night on I was able to sleep through the whole night.I had lost so many nights of sleep over the secrets I help onto . I was no longer ashamed , afraid or felt dirty. Jesus healed my soul that late afternoon. Jesus can heal our hurts and heal us from our transgressions. His grace is enough. He is the healer of all healers. By his grace we are forgiven for the sins we commit or those committed against us. It is now 20 years later I still have no anger towards those past abusers I can speak of them with no anger. Just because you forgive does not mean you like them or need to love them it means you took back control of your life. If you need to forgive I urge you to ask our Lord Jesus Christ to help you forgive your offender so you can be released so you can live freely again. With forgiveness I am able to help others. I love to help others in need and I would love to pray for you if you like.


















