The other week I made the comment to my therapist in response to her usual "how was your week?" question and I told her, "it was like death by 1000 chicken pecks". We both shared a chuckle, and then she asked me to elaborate. I let her know that I've been pecked by chickens many…
When I was going through my dark night of the soul after spiritual abuse, just thinking about spirituality didn't feel safe to me. The idea of contemplating spirituality, blogging about it, talking about it, being public with it in the ways I had been prior to the abuse (now over a dozen years ago), filled…