Essay 3. Sitting in my dad's handcuffs in his house.
Iam writing this essay about when I was sitting in my dad's handcuffs in my dad's house. I know it's has been 9 Years I was behind closed doors with my dad and his wife. Iam grateful that my favourite spiritual Teacher paved a path for healing from trauma. Is that I think no matter how much healing of a trauma I or anyone does I think that the trauma especially caused by the human beings that we call family Is a forever lasting Tattoo in our minds and hearts. That comes back to haunt me at the most unexpected times. Iam still on the path of forgiving my dad I know I should Cause he is no longer here.i do want my Dad to. Rest in Peace. And I want to live in peace. I some times wonder if the trauma suffered behind closed doors with my dad some people may think that a house where young teens live where the man of the house is a past Prison Officer that everyone in that house would be safe. But you sadly would be wrong. There came a dark cloud of depression and the sense of feeling lonely in a house full of people Which made my depression worse then my dark friend of hurting Myself came to me. But no one Found my tools Until after I left. My dad and my counselor then told me I was making up my depression but the sad truth then was that my self harm got worse. Then trying to harm my scars.i was screaming for help in a physical way my dad his wife did hear my screams but they also choose to make the nightmare I was living worse then one day when the sun was out in the afternoon. I was suddenly sitting in my dad's handcuffs in my dad's house. My dad thought that The answer to my self harm Was to drag Me. To a chair and then he placed my hands in his handcuffs and as traumatizing as that was and still is. I thought. In the moments that this won't last long because I knew. That you can't keep my hands chained For a large amount of time. I will keep trying to Heal the memory of the past where I was sitting in my dad's handcuffs in my dad's house Behind it's a Complicated question If Iam ever been arrested in my life because I haven't been arrested for a crime but I was sitting in my dad's Handcuffs behind closed doors.
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Essay 3. Aussie Veterans on X are asking if they Should return their Horror Earnt Medals in the Aftermath Of the Well Respected War Veteran Ben Roberts Smith Being arrested By Our government for Crimes on the Battlefield that Our government Sent him too.
In today's Episode of Australia downfall. the darkest day In Australia Recent history Happened the Far Left Spineless void Of a Backbone Aussie government And Low IQ corrupt Aussie Prime Minster Albo And the Australia hating Polications along with the Hateful Lefty Side of The country For Years conducted A Corrupt witch-hunt against the Well Respected And Brave War Veteran Ben Roberts Smith And Today the Aussie Government Arrested Ben Roberts Smith Cor war Crimes In the Middle East War That the Coward Aussie government sent him to. if the Government Doesn't want Any ...
My book of poetry
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Poem 1. The Profound Shock that My Bestie can Throw The History of us In the trash due to Me having The Commonly known Not allowed thoughts above our country.
On the Day of a commonly globally Know. day for humour and the Dawn of a New Month That Contains The holy Month of the Lord And saviour of the Broken humans
Suffers physical Slashings And Lashings To his Temple And He faces a Person In his Inner Circle Betraying Him Judas. A Digital and Verbal Lashing to my Heart was sent to my Bestie After the Day I was. Emotionally Broken I was Inwardly Feeling the Blue River Of grief On the Day That Marks Eight Years since My Grandpa Was Called To the Sacred Home In the Sky. My Bestie Knew this. I was Under The Mental Illusion. I was Inwardly Put together but that Illusion Fell apart When I heard our drivers Forgein Tounge And my vocal Annoyance came To Light to Be heard By my Bestie. My Ehile Diaires. To my Heart Break my Bestie ...
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My Church Diaries
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Poem 5. I Do Wonder On holy Monday would The Son of The Father of Creation Of Earth and Humans Would have Turned Tables
Sub Title. for Lent I gave Up My Church
For Lent I gave up My church because After over Time I learnt how to Become Devoted To the home Of my Faith I walked In as a Wounded Raw hearted Past abused song Bird looking for A Sacred Home To do Sacred home To do Some Inner Heart scared Surgery in the Hallowed Gothic Halls with My Lord And Saviour on The Cross and By opening up my soul and exposing the earth Dad wounds in the Gothic Halls so the grateful golden spirit can flow into bring some relief too these open wounds in me. My church Diaries. I do pray that it will remain to be a forever lasting tattoo in the Sphere Of my mind the soul to soul sunlight hours chat with the faithful church Staff member. After the phone mail sent him and to the Gothic Hallowed halls about the most ...
