Author: bjukuri

  • What will it cost you?

    The "Afterword to the Original Edition" at the end of "Thou Shalt Not Be Aware; society's betrayal of the child, Alice Miller writes.

    "Before sending the manuscript of this book to the publisher, I gave it to four collegues to read who had shared in the development of my ideas through numerous discussions. The first one said that after our many conversations the material was no longer new to him and he was able to confirm my hypothesis on the basis of his practice. This reaction pleased me very much, since it indicated there was little likelihood that mine would be a lone voice among psychoanalysts. Another analyst said the scales had fallen from her eyes when she read my case presentations.  She was relived to be able to cast aside the ballast from her training that she had never fully accepted and give more credence than before to her own findings and perceptions.  The third colleague reacted the same way many parents did to my previous books, i.e., with guilt feelings.  She said if my arguments were correct, that would mean she had made grave errors; she recalled patients who, as she now thought, had been desperately attempting to articulate their traumas, whereas she had always felt obligated to regard what they said as an expression of their childhood fantasies and desires.  I could only tell my colleague that I had felt this way for a long time, too, and without that experience I would not have been able to write this book. Whether someone reacts to my views with sorrow and guilt feelings, or even with total denial, depends on his or her own history."

    "My fouth colleague said she felt as though blinders had been removed from her eyes, but at the same time, now that she was seeing new connections, she was also feeling disloyal to her teachers, to whom she was grateful for a great deal and who had insisted that the drive theory was the central factor in analysis. Her observation gave me food for thought."

    "Both sorrow and a conflict of loyalties will undoubtedly be required of us if we are to recognize and come to terms with "poisonous pedogagy's"influence on our childhood and specifically on our training as analysts. But if we succeed in working through our sorrow, we shall gain the freedom to judge for ourselves and with this the possibility and the right to make use of our own eyes and ears and to take our own perceptions seriously."

    "The direction in which I have moved in writing this book as well as countless unfortunate childhoods I have read about in letters from my readers caused me to question how the truth could have remained hidden from me, too, for such a long time and what role the drive theory played in concealing it. It troubled me that so few of my colleagues were able to accompany me on my journey, and in trying to find the societal reasons for this, I came upon the drive theory, the Fourth Commandment, and the traditional methods of child-rearing, a combination of factors that explained the collective denial of childhood trauma. But this was my personal journey. My colleague's reactions showed me that the ways in which one can respond to new experiences can vary greatly; what led to a radical change of direction in my attempt to understand neurosis may elicit different responses in others.  How we integrate new insights into our existing fund of knowledge depends on our character, our age, and our previous experiences.  The discoveries I have made bear my own personal stamp and therefore cannot be prescribed for others.  but the hypotheses I have adopted cane be examined, again from a personal perspective, and can serve as a basis for new findings.  The purpose of this book is not to win support for my conclusions, for that would only encourage the uncritical stance I object to; rather, it is my hope that the findings I have presented here will challenge the readers to go on to make their own discoveries.  Alice Miller

    I love how she is willing to accept and to understand that most often it isn't the validity of her work that is in question, but rather the folks who read and listen to her.

    She sees herself, her childhood, her profession and her clients….and the circles we all live in and how it is we became who we are, but how then to end the cycle or patterns.  

    What a brilliant mind and daring soul…to step out and openly state where society has failed the child.

    I totally agree with her wholeheartedly. What she writes about is my experience.

    If the Alice Miller's books don't resonate, it is perhaps due to the learning you have been taught and/or your awareness of your childhood and its damage. 

    Alice Miller has the key to course correct the affects of abuse.

    While many hesitate to blame the parents and religion, and the therapies, Alice clearly isn't afraid to follow her conclusions. 

    You have to first see where the root cause of our mental illness began and find a therapist who is willing to bring you there.  If they have not seen their own lives clearly, they will not see yours. 

    Alice has given me so many affirmations and helped me to understand not only me, but the way society and the helping community, religion and family all play a part in you moving forward or keeping you in the dysfunction.

    While we are moving alone, we are bumping up against many folks whose fear of their own lives, will need you to stay down.

    Many will blame you for daring to up-end the social, religious and family traditions…and very few will look at the long held beliefs that they each carry.

    It isn't that I am speaking out so outlandishly, but rather that I am dancing upon their  sacred beliefs; the pillars they need to be who they are.

    My blog, my Art and my journey is a visual what Alice Miller writes about…

    My life is a clear example of what she found and also what she knows will right the individual that got flipped upside down in childhood.

    Her books are not for those who want to remain in the dark and in dysfunctional families.  They are for those of us who dare to be the change…to be aware.

    Mostly, what I feel is that most are not wanting to see…it isn't that I haven't written it clearly, but rather they want what they have now.  They are not willing to give it up.

    No matter its cost on the next generation and themselves…they are perfect living in the land of "Thou Shalt Not Be Aware."

    Thou shall not see me…not because I am brightly out here, but because of its cost in your lives to do so.

    What will it cost you?

     

  • Big Screen!

    Last night I was able to have an early viewing of my episode that David Cowardin and Lola Visuals created.  I was a bit nervous…and was pondering why.

    What I know, is that we (the outspoken) are not viewed as being kind…being compassionate or anywhere near loving.  We are out to 'hurt' someone.

    I spoke and shared to the people who are without a voice.  I wasn't speaking to the ones who want me silent and who see me as bad.

    I am speaking to encourage others to speak. Sharing in a hopeful manner.  Opening up the space to stand like I stand.

    I feel that between David and I, we accomplished what I had envisioned.  That stepping away from abuse and the recovery from its affects…will free you to be in love, peace and joy. To be a you that is no longer tied to the strings of shame.

    This is the stigma we are trying to shake lose, that it is UNKIND to speak out…for it makes you mean.

    I didn't see me being unkind.

    I didn't see me angry.

    I didn't see me mean.

    I did see my life in a 8 minute review…from abuse to recovery. The joys of following your soul.  Of finding the comfort of nature for it never changes.  A tree is a tree and it doesnt' change.  

    I saw me totally in love with myself and the awe that my art showed me the way.

    I saw me showing me so others can see themselves.

    Thanks David.  Your gentle soul touched mine and together we can share and touch others.  It is for the shameful.  It is for those who can't stand.  It is giving you courage to stand in your life…embrace who you are no matter where you find yourself. 

    I am proud of my episode, my journey, my art and My Lady….and me!  We are on the Big Screen!

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  • Backs My Soul

    For the past many years I have given up praying or any thoughts of prayer.  I know this will seem shocking to many, but I have come to learn that the only prayer that has any substance is "I want what God wants." Period.  The end.

    The Universe has a ruling sequence that is the cause and affect…and I have seen the choreographing of lessons and life experiences that were all used to set me free to be me.  There is no part of my journey you could take out and call useless.

    It was all perfectly perfect for me.

    There were moments that I was blown away by what IT was asking of me, the sheer madness it seemed…only to have revealed to me my strength, courage and success  at accepting what is.

    Bowing to the flow of free will…and seeing the consequences of my choices.

    I truly am left prayer less.  What can I possibly pray for that God doesn't already want?

    I love that I can stand behind the mystery and magic, like a huge organically moving Art piece and know that our free will is painting our lives.  We act and IT responds.

    It never fails.  

    The Universe has delivered to me the exact and perfect answer often before I ask the question. 

    Deepak Chopra says, to put your intention out there and then let it go.  

    It is the letting go, removing your needs, desires and wishes. To not try and control that which you have no control over.

    What I have learned, when each of my limited desires were not fulfilled, is that I was given what I needed in order to grow and heal.  I had to walk into places and out of relationships to know what love is.  I never walked alone.

    My small self was often in battles with my soul.

    The Universe only serves the soul.  

    My personality often balked at the needs of the soul.  Eventually my soul outgrew my little self.

    I think we can see life through two eyes…our personality and our soul.

    What is good for the soul often feels like hell to the personality.

    I love that the Universe backs my soul!

     

  • When You are Aware.

    "It is quite possible to listen to God's Voice all through the day without interrupting your regular activities in any way.  The part of your mind in which truth abides is in constant communication with God, whether you are aware of it or not. It is the other part of your mind that functions in the world and obeys the world's laws. It is the part that is constantly distracted, disorganized and highly uncertain."

    "The part that is listening to the Voice of God is calm, always at rest and wholly certain. It is really the only part there is. The other part is a wild illusion, frantic, and distraught, but without reality of any kind…." A Course In Miracles.

    These two parts of my mind I am very much aware of.  I can feel immediately when I slide into the belief in what is uncertain.  When I begin building a future in hypotheticals. When I believe I know for certain that which I can't know for certain.

    My body feels awful when I am seeing life from the point of view where the truth doesn't exist.

    Walking with the truth, is to be hand and hand with the Universe.

    I love that you can hear The Voice if you stay with reality. 

    As my mind files through all the possibilities of various reactions and how I will be seen or judged and critiqued, I find peace when I step away from my small part and see the bigger picture. 

    Or, when I see the clip from the viewpoint of those seeking their truth and not those wanting to hide from it.

    And, in the end, I have to let it all go.

    I did my best. 

    I said my words.

    I brought all of me.

    The Universe only accepts originals.

    Where it goes from here, how others respond, is not mine to control or decide.

    I didn't even decide what I would say; the truth decided for me.

    What I love, is that the voice of truth is within all, whether they are aware or not, it is there behind the constantly distracted, disorganized and highly uncertain.

    My peace comes in the midst of turmoil and uncertainty when I let those thoughts go and find my way back to snuggling with the truth, no matter how unsightly and off colored it is.  As odd as it sounds, this is where the Voice of the Universe resides.

    Not in the peace or pretty place outside of evil, but right up against it.  It is always with reality. 

    Reality is my God…you can't bless it away, you can't paint it or delete it…it just is.

    You will join it when you are aware.

     

     

  • The Other Side.

    As I wrote about the silence of many, it came to me that the group meme affect is what I am up against.  It isn't personal or individual but the culture of social, family and religious memes.

    Here is the definition of Meme.

    "A meme (/ˈmiːm/; meem)[1] is "an idea, behavior, or style that spreads from person to person within a culture."[2] A meme acts as a unit for carrying cultural ideas, symbols, or practices that can be transmitted from one mind to another through writing, speech, gestures, rituals, or other imitable phenomena. Supporters of the concept regard memes as cultural analogues to genes in that they self-replicate, mutate, and respond to selective pressure." 

    The culture within my family and the church is that of a meme.  And, I am sure that I am not exclusive or different, but that we all belong to memes…at one point or another.

    What I do feel, is that I am up against group mentality instead of individual ideals.

    That the phenomena of this FALC meme as well as the culture of sexually abusing children are my opponents. It isn't personal…or perhaps I can't get to the person, for the Meme is standing between me and them.

    "Our world is a place where information can behave like human genes and ideas can replicate, mutate and evolve" James Gleick

    What I understand the most is that the meme has to be broken, damaged or doubted. Until then, society will continue to spread these memes…that are detrimental to society.

    It is my hope that we can loosen the strings or roots that these memes have in each of us. Perhaps the stigma resides in the meme and not in the individual.  Is it possible for us to speak out against what the social and religious memes do to our individuality and or mental state of mind?

    When I see others holding back unable to embrace things that go against the meme they are immersed in…I see that there is an invisible prison behind which they stand.

    My experience in breaking free of the meme is terrifying and thrilling.  

    The fear that holds the meme in place is the exact fear you have to move beyond. 

    And often the love is entangled in the meme's blueprint, where you may gain your freedom but lose the love you had…for the love was very conditional. Again, what keeps the meme going strong is the amount of fear and the withdrawal of love if you are to dare step out beyond its strands.

    I get it.

    I see it like living in a tangled web of ideals and beliefs laced together with fear.

    It isn't even the ideals, but the silken chains of shunning that holds folks prisoner in their own minds.

    I have been in relationships where the meme directed each move, where freedom didn't stand a chance…and I have had the great vast unlimited space of being free to be me in relationships.  The latter is what love is.

    Love is freedom.

    As others stand frozen unable to go against the family, church and society…I don't see them as loving the church and family, but rather too afraid to lose their 'love' IF they were to go against the meme.

    It has very little do with me…but I pay the consequences of their inability to move. 

    All victims do.

    We are left out to dry while they (church and family members) uphold the sentiments of their group.

    This is done subconsciously and mostly without an educated or critical thought.  What strikes first, is the fear of losing what they have.  They will willingly lose me before they lose their love and faith.  

    If I can wiggle a few strands free of this messy web that holds abuse as love…I will feel I have accomplished my intention.  To rip apart the intricate patterns of the memethat holds abuse within a family like it is not there.  

    Perhaps the stress of or twist of trying to keep the Meme going when it is in direct opposition of your heart, you will break free. And when you are free of the collective group mind, you will be free to be you.

    I love that I know what holds you back, for it was the same for me.  The pull on the inside was stronger than any voice outside.  Until I saw the what lay inside…

    Then the energies reversed.  

    There is a wall between us…I call it the truth or reality…it leaves us both unwilling to enter the other side.

     

     

     

     

     

     

  • Disgrace back to you.

    From my Brother Carl's Facebook page…And this quote Dr. Brene Brown say's in this piece is for you:

    "It is not the critic who counts, nor the man who points how the strong man stumbled or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly…who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at best, knows the triumph of high achievement; and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat."
    Theodore Roosevelt, 1910

    This quote means more to me today, than it did even one short week ago…while I awaited the photojournalist to appear with all his gear to set the stage for my voice to echo beyond my blog and local town.

    I am daring greatly.  I am in the arena trying to articulate the cause and affects of what we call mental illness in regards to the sexually abused.

    Some will shout TMI; too much information.

    And I say, the only reason I am on camera is for the lack of information that has been presented and discussed and acted on from my childhood up to today.  There is a lack of information for those who are abused.

    What is the churches message and where do folks like me go…where is their information?  

    Same goes for family.

    IF I am displaying family secrets, that means this information has been lacking.  I didn't have too much information as a child of sexual abuse, but rather the total lack of information of who is who and who is doing what to whom.

    I am daring to show the totality of what has been lacking.  

    It isn't what I knew that had me out of sorts with reality; but what I did not know.

    I am hoping that by sharing my story, others will know.

    This is the arena of knowledge; of what is.  I am attempting to show the landscape as I experienced it and how it appears today. 

    Can there really be Too Much Information in regards to sexual abuse of children?  And, who wants this kept silent? Who doesn't want me to speak out loud?

    I am once again pushed back by the silence of many, as I entered into this arena.  

    Those who know, but who do not cheer.  

    Do they hear my words? Will they see my images? What stops them from even virtually joining me with a "Like" on facebook.

    I wonder why?

    Is it me?

    Is it the topic?

    What keeps them silent again…another generation, new friends…not applauding the adult/child of abuse.  Who would they cheer for and which arena will they sit in?

    I appreciate those cheering me on,immensly!  It almost appears you have to be brave in order to be with me.  This seems so odd…like why is it bad to stand by me?

    This experience has given me a rapid review of how a child who is abused IS treated.

    We know who you are by how you respond.

    I know who hears me.

    I know who is silent.

    I know a child feels this too.

    It makes those who are in this arena with me mean more. Thank you for not making me stand alone…soul bared…truth showing.

    Vulnerable…is when you hide nothing, knowing some will turn away.

    What is odd.  Years ago when the story broke, they were silent then, and some appologized years later.  We formed a tenuous loose friendship.  

    It isn't that they didn't know.  It is that they are unable to stand by me.

    This is the stigma…that we somehow are made to carry.  We are treated like a disgrace; so we internalize it.

    I wish I could make it about me…this time.

    But, this time I am handing the disgrace back to you.

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  • Keeping the Silence!

    Was it really just one week ago that I met David Cowardin and heard the about the documentary- "Call Me Mental"?  It has been a roller coaster week with journeys back to the past and dreams of the future, memories drug into the present and new thrills and possibilities.  The combination of mixing the old with the new the good with the bad, left my body in a state of contradiction.

    Moments of fear tingling with terror slamming into excitement and choreographed magic.

    The colliding of my past, present and future…and the feelings and emotions each carry.

    Being pulled back and forth…and with new revelations.

    It was to go on visual tour back; a life review but with the eyes of someone who sees…and a new friend who believed me.

    Most often, it feels that I have to work really hard to articulate and prostrate, to explain the insanity…to make believable the unbelievable.  Trying to explain how what appears normal is actually insane.

    What struck me to the core years ago was that I was seen as mental.

    And, the drive in the old neighborhood, gave me the clear view of another girl who appears like me.  Who didn't have access to a photojournalist, who didn't have the books, the tools and the means to right her own mind; against the backdrop of insanity.

    I know how it feels to be the lone voice of 'reason' and how they feel free to berate and dismiss my truths as evil remonstrations against 'good' folks and institutions.

    The brilliance of this film are these daring free spirited, soul-full, kind photojournalists, who have taken on the stigma of the mental, is that they are willing see the world from the eyes of us "mental" folk.  

    They are not interviewing the families or friends to show our insanity, but instead seeing our lives through our eyes. Seeing our experiences and how we came to be this way.

    I see this project as being the tipping point to upend the 'normal' and show its ugly underbelly.

    To see what sends us over the deep end.

    It isn't our minds.

    It isn't our experiences.

    It IS the blind eyes upon evil that drive us nuts.

    It is the dismissing of wrong doing.

    It is not believing in the pattern and the gravity of its long reach.

    The discounting of children's lives and their innocence…as they uphold the fake image of good of adults and churches, and who delete the actions upon children.

    I love that this documentary is dancing on the lip of exposing the insanity that lives in the lives of the so called normal.

    This so called normal is the good ole boys club phenomena…where we do what we do without question, just because it is what we were taught.  Not because it is right.

    I see this documentary as furthering what I have come to believe…that we as society are in need of a great Ah Ha!  

    Reactively we have stood by the institutions and the elders…without question or challenge.

    "Call Me Mental" is the uprising of children against these old paradigms.

    We know what doesn't work.  It is time for a change. I am proud to be part of the parade of children speaking out! 

    My hats are off to the guys of Lola Visuals…may the power of the Universe lead us forward!  Giving us the platform for which we can shout…I no longer feel that my voice is just a whisper.

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    I hope my voice is clear and that it can articulate what those who went before me could not say!  I speak for those who have been silenced by a label "Mental".  

    Call Me Mental, but I am no longer keeping the silence!  

     

    Please show your support to us mental folks by going to "Call Me Mental" facebook page or to their site, and donate to the cause for breaking the stigma!  http://callmemental.com

     

  • A Mom like Me

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    This "Valentine" Lady was created in 2012.  

    Grey and burdened, raining pain, she bows to the emotions, is chilled by their feelings.  

    Is this a Love expression?  

    Are feelings of a broken heart evidence that you loved?

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    Is a whole heart is formed from the brokenness…you enter.

    Feeling the broken pieces…you feel love. 

     

    Last year I tried to make another Valentine quilt. This one remains unfinished, just didn't speak to me clearly or loudly.  I didn't know it.

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    I had added the words and bird trying to make it make sense or have a theme….

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    It appears that she is on the road…crossing the road.  Perhaps she is the transition quilt…  While pondering this, I then wondered if she felt safe to remain in the middle of the road and not veer off the sides. That love is to not rattle cages or upset others…Perhaps the safety of the middle of the road didn't speak for I had left the safety zone.

    This is my 2014 Valentine Quilt…

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    To me, she represents the courage it takes to love your self and to embrace and celebrate who you are.  She is not weak in her self love.  Her love has strength.

    On Valentine's Day, we see love in chocolates and hearts. We don't see the love in breaking the silences…the courage it takes to stand for love and not cower out of fear.

    Love isn't displayed when you do nothing when children are still in danger.

    Taking the ride past our old house yesterday, was a reminder in how much things have stayed the same.  

    Ironically, there are children now owning the homes they once lived in or live near by. 

    The children are now the parents of the children in the neighborhood.

    I wondered if this neighborhood was now different. If all the evil threats diminished.

    Can it be different, if the children are not different than their parents.

    Is the mind…the belief, the faith, the actions of love similar to when I grew up there?

    What has changed in the neighborhood, except that the wounded children are now parents?  

    How will they do better than their parents? What have they learned from their history? Will the fear of their own wounds keep the old neighborhood going?  

    Are they more aware than my parents and theirs?  Has enough changed to make it a safe place for their children?

    And, what needs to have changed in order for the threat to have been removed?

    What makes a home and neighborhood a safe place for a child?

    What kind of love is the kindest to children?

    What kind of mother do these new children in their neighborhood need?

    Will she look like me or like my mother?

    Will she be trying to shake and rattle the foundations that seek to hide abusers in their pews and families…and friends.

    Or will she be saying "It doesn't matter" what that crazy mental woman is doing, we are family. We have love.  

    There was a young girl in our neighborhood, who we knew had lost her mind….but actually she was trying, like me, to expose abuse. She had a mental breakdown, for no one believed her.  I know this feeling well.

    As I drove away from that old neighborhood, I felt that I too was seen as mentally impaired; for I see the perfect combination that is needed for the legacy of abuse to grow and flourish…all believing it is not there.

    Call me Mental, but I needed a Mom like me.

     

     

     

     

  • Beyond Faith

    I went back to my old church today…and I brought my new friend.  

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    A cold and blustery day.  It matched my feelings.

    Who would have thought that someday, I would return…with a photojournalist.

    Trying to capture how this religion played such a crucial part in my childhood abuse.

    It is the lens my mother couldn't see through.

    The child's wound remains invisible…as does the sin she blessed away.

    There was no longing or wish to belong.  No guilt or shame.  Just an incredible chill of what this structure is used for…

    Where a child's mind is bent and shaped to bend and shape reality to be different than it is.  

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    Does a camera see beyond Faith.

  • I Love My Team!

    This morning I thought of doing a montage of folks who have helped bring awareness to My Lady…my art and backstory.  Those who have helped her enter into the public arena.  The brilliance of the Art is juxtapositioned with the unveiling of her truth, otherwise known as family secrets.

    I have much appreciation for those who have spiritually and physically been by my side.  Without your presence, I would not have stood as tall or have been so brutally honest.  You are my forever heart friends!  

    I met Tom Rosemurgy when I went to get my father's evidence.  He passed me on to An-gel.  An-gel and her crew invited me to be the guest speaker at the Dial Help Gala.

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    A gentle man was at the Gala and he tried out bidding the Detective (Tom Rosemurgy) at the auction to be owner of one of my quilts.  Tom won, but Joe waited for the next opportunity….and, it came.

    Joseph Freed was the high bidder the next year and asked if I would consider displaying my quilts at Copper Country Mental Health.  I said, "Yes".

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    Joseph's vision to have My Story Line quilts hanging in the offices of Copper Country Mental Health to add Art to their space has been very well received.

    They had a "Meet the Artist" social for me, where I met with Chad Johnson who works at the Club House.

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    Chad was asked to ask me if I would consider being part of a documentary in the making….again.  I said Yes. 

    The reason?

    Because this trail has been layed out in front of me, and I, like a relay wand have been handed off to one caring person to the next.  What is so brilliant, IS that I don't ask, but am asked.  

    I am not the movement, but the movement is asking me to join.

    Which brings me up to my last Yes…to be part of David Cowardin's documentary…"Call Me Mental".  He is not doing this alone, but he is the face of the team that I know.  

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    Without these kind warm spirited people who are out there trying to make a difference in the lives of those suffering, I would not have become so visible.

    I would not have dared to step out so far.

    To expose so much.

    You all have thought I was stronger than I was…for I have taken a bit of courage from each of you.  You believed in me…when so many others want to shame me for speaking out.

    I did not commit the crime.

    I am bringing Light and breaking the silence.

    The abuse is over for me.

    My father was convicted, tried and sentenced.

    I am speaking out NoT for me, but for those who follow me.

    I am daring to shake foundations that have been held firmly in place by silence.

    No one spoke out publicly against abuse within my old religion for me.

    I am standing out for those who are without a voice.

    I am not willing to know and do nothing.

    The opportunity arose to work with a photojournalist, I said "Yes".

    The stigma is there as long as we remain silent.

    My shame is released each time I speak out loud.

    These individuals each brought me a new platform to stand upon.

    Thank you, Tom, An-gel, Joseph, Chad and David!

    You were placed on my path at the right time and with the perfect venue!

    I love my Team!