I sat down tonight to blog about cloth diapers. Yes, we've made the switch to cloth,and yes, we like them.
However, that isn't what I need to blog about tonight. I'll save the diaper talk for another post.
Friday night I went to my parents church in my hometown to read my recovery story. This is no wimpy, skim the surface testimony. This is down and dirty, warts and all testimony. I even invited several friends who aren't in recovery. I stood in front of about 100 people and shared it all.
If you've read my blog at all over the last few years, you know that struggle with anger, depression, codependency, and food addiction. But there is one thing I've kept private. I've never mentioned my biggest, toughest, darkest area of recovery. Friday night I openly spoke about it, so I might as well speak of it here too.
YIKES! Here goes... I'm a SURVIVOR of childhood sexual abuse. Oh my goodness, I can't believe I said it. I'm feeling quite exposed right now. I really want to talk about cloth diapers.
Please, no sympathy comments. I survived and I'm working through it with God's help. Three years ago, this secret was crippling, but it isn't anymore. I guess I'm putting this out there just in case someone else needs encouragement.
Healing is possible! Freedom is possible! I'm celebrating recovery from childhood sexual abuse, and other survivors can too!