When Life Seems Undigestible

I mentioned how a series of events occurred after my childhood abuse secret was out in my previous writings. Around 10 years old, I looked to the only thing I believed could make something undigestible, digestible. So, I looked outside my bedroom window and said, “I want to be aligned with nature.”

My mother has always had a fascination with plants. So, when we moved into our first home, she decorated our front yard with her favorites. During early mornings and late evenings, I either sat on the porch admiring nature’s stillness or walked up and down our street, around our house or through our front yard, allowing my mind to wonder. It would take me several years to realize our front yard was the mini sanctuary I often dispelled myths and negative thoughts related to my childhood sexual abuse and other life situations.

While walking a few feet outside of our front yard one day, I realized the word mistakes sounded so negative and didn’t serve the spiritual approach mindset I wanted to have about life. So right then, I substituted the word “mistakes” with life lessons. In my current manuscript about my childhood sexual abuse experience, I share that I didn’t want to live a life of regrets. So instead, I focused on learning from my life and others’ experiences. Therefore, I used my childhood sexual abuse as stepping stones to navigating life instead of a barrier to…