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GROWTH OF A ROSE

I am writing Growth of a Rose to tell how God has taken an abused, broken girl named Rachel, and has grown her into a beautiful Rose, able to withstand summer storms and frosted nights.

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Some things I have learned while I was gone.

I have been away for my own healing. But I have learned some things in my absence. Some may not seem new, however I am being renewed...

My Adoption Story

You know that I am a survivor. But do you know why I survived? Who made me become a survivor, not a victim? It was the Summer of 2013. My...

Late Night Thoughts *Trigger Warning*

Seventeen years of abuse. Three and a half years free. There is no justice for me, only a pen and paper. Only my pleas in the darkness of...

I Am Exhausted

I am exhausted. Exhausted from sleepless nights. Exhausted from sleep filled with night terrors. Exhausted from being with people....

Dear Old "Dad"

I have been thinking about you lately. Thinking about everything you said to me and every way you hurt me. I have been thinking about how...

584

584, yet still I want more. 584 pictures of your little faces glowing with joy, my Ellie Joy. 584 pictures of you growing up, my...

Alexa Joy

Dear Alexa Joy, I can imagine what you’d be, Red hair, green eyes and full of curiosity, I imagine you would laugh in the face of...

"Get over it"

People who aren’t survivors don’t seem to understand abuse. They hear about abuse and assume “It was just a little touching. It’s time to...

"What hurts the most?"

“What hurts the most,” I was asked by my therapist, “in this healing process?” How do I pick just one? Physically, the pain I have...

I am a Survivor

It’s amazing how a phrase reminds you of the past. A simple word, a song, a scent, and suddenly you’re back in that moment. You’re filled...

A Letter to my Biological Mother

You say I don’t know how the world works, That everything I believe is a lie, Depression is not real, Anxiety is just a lack of faith,...

I Am a Brick

I can’t stand the smell of lavender, My abuser always smelled of it. I can’t taste peanut butter pie, It was always his favorite. I can’t...

Hopes, Regrets, and Failings

I get my hopes up too easily. Like the time I took ballet. I took two lessons and decided I would be a famous dancer. Prima in every...

A Confused Conversation with Christ

Is it alright if I tell you something? I am angry. Never mind, I know how the conversation will go. “Let me be, for I am angry, I know...

My Name is Rose

Hello! My name is Rose. I was born as Rachel Lauren Williams. My life has changed and this is how. All good stories begin with "once upon...

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