Silent Cries: During Hurricane Seasons

Starting at the age of six I was sexually abused by my fifteen-year-old brother, and it was devastating I thought I would lose my mind. I shall never forget the terror, pain and shame I endured. I always questioned when or if this would ever stop? I wondered; was this supposed to be happening to me? I was only a child; but my life was just not making any sense Sometimes I tried to numb the pain by focusing on something in the location where the abuse was occurring. Nothing worked God's grace and mercy kept me with a sound mind. The bitterness I had toward men, the absentee of a positive male figure in my home, the lack of protection and not feeling safe in my home kept me living in isolation. I struggled in 1984 during my adult life with becoming a whole woman saved by grace. However, I needed to be delivered and set free from the pain of my past.