Some Days…..

Some days are like….

Storms Rollin in!

Drama…..

Conflict…..

Physical pain…..

Disappointment…..

and so on…..

Other days be like….

Not all days are the same. They come. They go.

One thing for sure is to learn that this too shall pass. It may sometimes take more than a day but it will pass…it will fade away!

I’m so thankful in the middle of my yulk days and my good days I’m never alone!

He never leaves me nor forsake me.

I must learn good self care and shore up my healthy boundaries!

Warriors Against Child Abuse

She struggled upon rising. Her heart was so heavy. Decisions to be made with no clear direction.

Standing there on the craggy mountain top backed up against the hard rock face she had just a wee bit of protection from the fierce wind that whipped about.

It was here she sought internal restoration. It was here she hoped to regain her strength. She had to. She had her assignments to manage and failure wasn’t an option.

Even taking this precious time to have her armor checked for any tears or openings took valuable time from her plan yet she knew it was vitally needed.

She slowed her breathing and allow her self to still as the little ones examined her with a close eye that would catch even the smallest dent of snag that could bring another destruction.

She looked out over the expanse laid before her. Cities, communities, homesteads and the watchers that were encamped high upon the hills all laid out before her. She’d made her way to this vantage point where she could view their comings and goings.

She knew that the evil one had created a trail into the city below where he plied his filth. He’d brought a new substance within the city walls that provided innocent ones a trip like they’d never taken. This had to go she knew!

And there over in the next town she’d begun to hear of children being made to do things only adult should preform. This made her blood boil causing her muscles to tighten and her hand to clutch her sword tighter! The littles working on her armor tapped her gaining her attention to relax so their work would go smoother. When she tensed her muscles it caused the armor to become one with her flesh making repairs much harder.

She knew immediately when they’d finished with her and stood upright. In doing so she felt the onslaught of the bitter wind whipping her long hair in a multitude of directions and biting her pale skin.

With her armor now fully intact amd having gained needed nourishment she stepped over to the edge of the harsh mountain top viewing all that was laid out before her. She was still tired but had enough strength to preform her next task.

She’d been assigned to advance to the home of a little boy whose father visited him in the middle of the night. This father came when others had drifted off into slumberland full of dreams and peace. This father did not visit his son to offer his noble protectiontion but rather to once again pull his son into the dark, moist pit he himself frequented. This father was the worst in many ways.

Annagaf stood there on the edge of the mountain imagining how she would take care of this father this night….and then she jumped over the edge of the mountain into nothingness. Moments later she landed with a slight thud outside the boys bedroom window where she heard muffled cries.

At that exact moment she allowed herself appeared in the little ones room just in time to stop the father from making his final move.

She made her presence known as she reached for the man’s neck. The little boy looked up at her weeping then realizing she was not to hurt him. With wide eyes the boy watched as suddenly the woman lifted his father off the sagging bed and they both disappeared from view.

Annagaf dropped the man on the cold hard ground near the half circle of men and women gathered in the darken chamber. Tonight his fate would be made known.

Annagaf’s right hand itched as she desperately wanted to lift her sword but up on looking at Gazar she knew to hault her desires. She would wait this night to see what the fate of this coward would be.

For now she had to ready herself for her next assignment for there were surely many other children to save!

She was a warrior!

Exposing Secrets in 2018

Hey there!

Amazingly today is day 7 of this brand new year! How cool is that!

And what have you done with your new year thus far?

Me? Ah, I’ve been writing on book 2 in my Secret series, Secrets Exposed, which I have planned to release through my new publisher, Oak Tree Publishing, in May of this year. 

My first in the Secret series, Secrets in the Hollers, was released Oct 2017.

It is vitally important for me that secrets be exposed!

We are seeing a movement where many are saying, “Enough!” Even using #metoo !

 

Secrets in the Hollers pic

In book 1, I expose secrets of horrific child abuse set back in the hollers of a little Kentucky town: rejection, words that cut all the way down into the marrow of my bones, switchings that broke the skin bringing blood droplets to drip down my skinny legs, beatings with a leather belt falling harshly on the cool skin of my exposed backside;
…… pokings and proddings of adult hands, fingers, penises, and other objects into my  little girl openings that should never have been invaded;
….. being used as a sex slave to bring money in  to meet those monthly bills;
….. attending ceremonies that no child should ever have to witness;
…..  being locked in a cold, dark celler for hours where there’s spiders and mice and maybe snakes and they’ll eat you alive…..or that’s what you’ve been told! And while you sit there in the dark you can hear the scurrying of critters yet you aren’t sure if they will indeed eat you alive for after all, you’re only a child of four or six or eight years old so you believe what you’re told! And when they finally let you out you’re compliant and docile because you’ve gone away in your mind for protection.
….. dysfunction….people pleasing….lies….red hot pain……manipulation…and so much more!

I also share HOPE for any who has experienced even one form of abuse as there isn’t a spittin’ contest with abuse. Abuse is abuse is abuse! I share how one is truly able to find that freedom, that healing, that abundant life after abuse is very possible! But it takes hard work and prayer and lots of tears and standing firm to face those horrible monsters and it takes a determination to live and not die!

And why do I do this?

Because #iamavoicforthevoiceless

I Am a Voice for the Voiceless!

I will be the sound that helps to break your silence if need be! I am no longer afraid to tell my story, your story, a story many of us can relate to! And it’s a story that needs to be told NOW and no longer tolerated!

I want to share my strength with you, with any who are lacking that bit of determination to stand and face his or her own monsters! You are not alone! And you are so worth the effort to fight for! You are a beautiful individual full of incredible gifts and talents that can help change your world!

I’ll be at Serendipity at the Orange Door, downtown Somerset this Tue, Jan 9th from 1~3 pm if you’d like to stop by to chat, share your story or purchase a book. I’d love to see you!

I would love to hear your story!

pamelajwoodall@yahoo.com