On the days my sickness talks to me, I remember small magic.
I remember the way the pretty ivy outside my window entwines with white wood.
I remember the way the rain softly taps against my window to help me fall asleep.
I remember the way the universe loved me so much, that inside my body’s cell, it placed little universes that are its mirror image.
I remember the way I am loved by the few people
I know will never leave.
And I allow the small magic
to sing so loud and so happy in my ears that my sickness forgets how to speak.
~ Nikita Gill, “Small Magic”
Art by Lucy Campbell
Author: GreatCosmicMothersUnited
I have joined with many parents affected with the surreal , yet accepted issue of child abuse via Pathogenic Parenting / Domestic abuse.
As a survivor of Domestic Abuse, denial abounded that 3 sons were not affected. In my
desire to be family to those who have found me lacking . As a survivor of psychiatric abuse, therapist who abused also and toxic prescribed medications took me to hell on earth with few moments of heaven.
I will share my life, my experiences and my studies and research.. I will talk to small circles and I will council ; as targeted parents , grandparents , aunts , uncles etc. , are
denied contact with a child for reasons that serve the abuser ...further abusing the child.
I grasp the trauma and I have looked at the lost connection to a higher power..
I grasp when one is accustomed to privilege, equality can feel like discrimination..
Shame and affluence silences a lot of facts , truths that have been labeled "negative".
It is about liberation of the soul from projections of a alienator , and abuser ..
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