“So if the son sets you free, you will be free indeed”. – John 8:36
Tag: Hope
No need to perform…
Look at me
Notice me
See me
The whirlwind of
attention seeking
Performance based
Gratification.
Sharing your
Every move
With more strangers,
Than friends.
The scrolling trap,
leads to the
constant comparing
and viewing of
seducing images,
Which keeps the mind trapped
in chasing the
next dopamine high.
It only takes
a quick flick
of the thumb,
a simple swipe
to bring instant
temporary satisfaction.
Thousands of followers
Likes and friend requests,
Yet the emptiness your
seeking to fulfill
is a futile attempt
to fill the void
for significance,
which continues
to go unmet.
~denise marie
You were created for SO much more…
“So if the son sets you free, you will be free indeed”. – John 8:36
No longer held captive by…discontent
Why must we
wander around,
looking to fill
the emptiness
with things
outside of ourself?
Attempting to drown out
the pain by trading
inanimate items
for animate
disappointments.
Yearning
for that
next fix,
which will
never truly
fill the
void.
~Denise
“So if the son sets you free, you will be free indeed”. – John 8:36
No longer held captive by chaos…
Fast talking,
heart pumping
overthinking
everything.
This nervous energy
was driven by
an attempt
to hide behind
the inability
to trust,
even my
own instincts.
Trauma
groomed me
into believing
that I was nothing
outside of what
I did for others.
Unknowingly,
it kept
me bound,
to things out of
my control.
I’ve learned,
to walk away
from the chaos,
and to step
into my
true authentic self.
For there is where,
I am happy,
and for there is where,
I am free.
~Denise
“So if the son sets you free, you will be free indeed”. – John 8:36
No longer held captive…by yesteryear
Stripped…
from the constraints of
the accomplishments
from yesteryear
no longer holding onto
who or what
I used to be.
Stripped…
from the constant pull
of others
who would like
me to remain
in their self-serving
box of limitations.
Stripped…
from the
false fulfillment
of
value
identity
and
worth
from
a place
outside
of myself.
Stripped…
~Denise💗
No longer held captive by…fear
She is called my beloved.
intentionally…
strategically…
unapologetically…
fighting for her freedom.
through the self-defeating,
misrepresentation of an
unwelcomed
unannounced visitor,
who goes by the name of…
“the former self-doubting version” of herself.
she sits quietly
crouched between
“who I used to be”…
and
“who I am now”…
as she anticipates the arrival of,
“who I’m becoming”.
she is called my beloved.
endlessly…
evolving…
and transforming
from the lies that lay
dormant between the confines
of her own mind,
and other’s restrictive insecurities.
she is called my beloved.
courageously crafting her next move,
determined to win this battle gracefully…
she is called my beloved.
step by step,
she painfully
pulls back each layer,
and exposes
the truth…
unmasked.
she is called my beloved.
her new identity,
outweighs the former entanglement of despair.
she is called my beloved.
branded with the heart of a lion…
she fearlessly arises.
She is called my Beloved,
and I am she.
xoxo – Denise
Words that are silenced, are lethal secrets to destroy your soul. Speak your truth.💗
No longer held captive by…loneliness
Deep wounds can begin to form when we feel forgotten. We begin to ask questions such as, “What’s wrong with me?” and “Why was I not included?”
Feelings of being forgotten…
if we allow ourself to remain in that state of despair, you will begin to spiral into a dark place which allows depression and isolation to form walls around you.
In the past, I was very familiar with the lies of feeling “forgotten” and today I
want you to know that you are important, valued, loved and seen.
Not just for what you can do for others, but for simply being you.
Those that love you, may not even know that you are struggling.
I encourage you today, to reach out to someone and let them know that you need them…and if they don’t respond with grace….then reach out to the next person…or the next one…or the next one…until you find someone who is really there for you.
You are not alone, you are not forgotten. Don’t give up.
~ xoxo Denise
“Don’t fear because I am with you, don’t be afraid for I am your God. I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will hold you up and keep a firm grip on you”.
-Isaiah 41:10
No longer held captive by…isolation
I lost a close friend this week.
My heart hurts as I battled with thoughts of “why didn’t I call her on Friday”, “why wasn’t I there to check on her when she needed me?”
Then in a quiet voice, God quickly reminded me that HE was there.
In an instant I began to celebrate all of our deep conversations about God and how much she loved him, our laughing at the silliest of things until we cried hysterically. The dinners, the kids parties, our funny dance moves, the cries on each other’s shoulders and the bear hugs that reminded each other that no matter what, everything was gonna be alright.
This loss, is devastating on so many levels especially for her sweet children, spouse, family and close friends.
But in the midst of these tears, more than ever I want to encourage you to reach out for help if you need it, your not alone and isolation is a breeding ground for lies, deception and defeat.
Reach out and tell someone…
anyone…that you need help.
I guarantee you, that you are not forgotten, and there is hope.💗
~ Denise xoxo
Cutting the ties that bind….
My pulse is racing, sweat is pouring from my forehead, the lump in my throat is being crushed with each attempt to swallow. A panic attack is nearing…so I open my eyes, and realize I am ok.
Cut the rope from around your neck that’s attempting to choke your reality..
As a survivor of sexual abuse. There had been many years that an “invisible” rope was draped around my neck. Every flashback triggered a negative reaction that seemed to bring an overwhelming sensation of choking.
Literally choking..you know..the feeling of desperately trying to cry out or speak, but the tightening of the muscles around my neck, made it impossible.
The intense emotional pain from the abuse, had me wanting to crawl out of my skin in order to find relief.
“On the Other Side of Fear, Lies Freedom” ~ risingbean
For many years, the pain laid dormant around the exterior of my heart. Which prevented self worth and love to penetrate.
Every prior resistance to healing, is no longer confined to the barriers of those walls.
For over 40 years, I allowed the abuser(s) to have power over me…power over my way of thinking…power over the way I behaved….they controlled my destiny…because I gave them all my power.. Yes, many days, the pain still exists, but I am in a state of constant change that is taking me from despair…to reclaiming my life.
To live in freedom, is MY RITE OF PASSAGE.
I believe that on my Journey to Healing, God is the source of my Strength.
Shatter the glass of any negative in your past, Remove the burden carried upon your back.
Cut the rope from around your neck that’s attempting to choke your reality.
Stand with hope, truth and a desire to face all trials with dignity.
Breathe deep the fragrance of sweet victory. You have the power within to reach your every dream.
Stand up and know exactly whom you are, Lift your head my sister and no longer look down.
For a virtuous Woman is emerging from within.
Copyright ©2008 Denise Boyd
25 likes on facebook..changed everything…
25 LIKES…9 COMMENTS…556 FRIENDS…
On August 8, 2014..I posted a video on my personal facebook page to share with the “world” that I had been sexually abused as a child.
The moment after I clicked “post”, I felt on top of the world! I had conquered my BIGGEST Fear!
Or so..I thought.
As the days went by, the euphoria lessened and I realized that my post made others uncomfortable. The small number of likes and comments crushed me and made the ugly root of rejection, fear and depression come to the surface of my heart.
As much as I told myself that I was doing my part for humanity by bringing “Awareness”. I desperately wanted everyone to SEE that “I” was a victim of sexual abuse and rape.
I thought I didnt want to be looked at differently. But actually, yes, I DO.
I want YOU to read my post and feel uncomfortable. I want YOU to look at the video and cringe as you look into the eyes of me as a child and see the blank stare and pain of an innocent child who was sexually abused.
I was a victim of childhood sexual abuse and rape..
~ xoxo Denise
My Journey Home….to God & Self 