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How To Claim Compensation If You Have Been Abused

I was abused by someone who was meant to be in a position of authority, who was meant to be the 'replacement maternal figure' that I so desperately craved. Abandoned by my mother aged 2 and a half, my dad met my stepmum, aged six and well... my readers know what happened next. Jealous of my 'Dad' having another child who was not born to her, she played up to the 'wicked stepmother' archetype and would physically and emotionally beat me with her vicious words. In her eyes I was a nobody, a nothing and someone who was very much in her power. Because of her I have issues with my perception of body image, because of her I struggle to trust loved ones and because of her I have a constant guard up ... read more

How Childhood Abuse Turned Me Into A Warrior

I was a young girl, torn apart from her parents and plunged into the realm of the unknown. Born into a broken home, I found myself constantly searching for a home to call my own, afraid to mark somewhere as mine, when so many things had been taken from me. I was raised by a single dad aged 2 (and a half), childminded until I was 4, abused by my dads wife E until I was 10 and raised in care until I was 18. Is it little wonder then that in the space of 5 years I have moved 8 times, in search of my forever home, only to find my dream had never existed in the first place. You see I saw my life through numbers; my age was not a milestone but a memory of what life once was. But do I regret the ... read more

Stop Online Abuse

As I write this I am sobbing, depressed and feeling isolated from the blogging community. When I joined the blogging community I did so to connect and meet online bloggers but as of late I have received nothing but abuse and it hurts like hell. I have been called horrible names, been accused of doing things I have not done, recieved negative comments and been told that I deserve to die and should have never existed. Do you know how much it hurts to be told you are worthless, be told that your ugly and that my blog is shit simply because I stood my ground and fought for what I believed in? I don't care if my opinions are controversial because to be honest I don't care anymore, blogging is not ... read more

The Abuser Part 3

'Tangled claws caught in a web of hair  the grit of sea salt burning retinas in the dank ocean Murky depths defined by hatred in a closeted space, the tide a relentless demon, Failing organs pulsating no more in the crunch of death, past shadows threatening to overcome, Young flesh torn to metaphorical shreds in her imagination, sins best left behind in the waters, Drifting limbs struggle to escape their bodial prison, a fragmented source of my imagination' Kicking and screaming I was carried by a strong pair of arms out of the water, the salty water burning my eyes and awakening me to the reality of what my stepmother had done- she tried to kill me. In her black hollow ... read more

The Abuser

'Bees suckling at the vipers breast, the honeysuckle wilting in the darkness of beastly breath, Lurking in the undergrowth of poison ivy the thief awaits, a net of warped kindness his gift to humankind. Down the rabbit hole is a tortorous smile, laced with magic venom to lull you into a never ending slumber' Part I: Aged 0-8 We live in a state where we are judged for straying from the norm, for having the audacity to step outside of societies limitations and attempting to brave the world alone. Both women and men are criticized for having free-will, for having the strength to be unique in a state that thrives on homogeniety. I am this woman, a 'social outcast' in the eyes of ... read more

Mini Vegan Valentine’s Day Foodie Gift Guide

To Ana, food was everything. The one thing that saved her from the brink of collapse. Remembering the days where she had no money. Forced to live on rations, a climbing pile of debt swallowing her whole. One meal, parcelled out with care. Eyes wide shut, savouring each bite. Her stomach grumbling as the food danced down her rasping throat. Her relationship with food had always been complicated. Brought up in times of poverty, neglect and abuse. Remembering a childhood where food was eaten in front of her, crying out for her own. Restricted, she remembered that pattern of behaviour. How scared she was when she spent money. Wondering if she'd have more of those empty days. Mouth dry, hair ... read more

Feel Good Christmas Gift Ideas That Make You Smile

For the longest time, Christmas would fill her with dread. Memories of being abused as a child, seeping through her consciousness. The bruises, yellow-purple mottling, fading over time. The silvery scars blending into pockmarked skin. Poisonous shadows throttling her, lacerated throat. She would tremble, a raised hand, a venomous voice. Stripping away her confidence, her self-esteem no more. Wondering if this was what life would be forever. Hiding in the darkness, afraid of what would happen next. Words like weapons, sharp and cold. Her spirit sold to the highest bidder. The woman who robbed her of her childhood innocence. Forced to grow up, tiny feet in too-big shoes. Learning to bury ... read more

Meaningful Charity Christmas Gift Ideas

The true meaning of Christmas was spelt out in frosted windowpanes. Give back to others, let compassion feed your soul. Don't get caught in the rush of shopping, wrapping and exchanging gifts. Forgo the endless sales, and wishlists that dominate your thoughts. Focus on brightening someone else's day. How you can make them laugh. Smiles so wide, eyes lit up with happiness. Happy tears freely flowing, whoops of Christmas cheer. Love, genorosity and community at the heart of Christmas. A time to priortize meaningful connections and express gratitude from a young age. Even as a child, she loved giving back to others. Remembering what little she had, she would share with friends. Birthday money ... read more

7 Dystopian Books Everyone Should Read

The voices in her head were back again. The ones that told her she wasn't good enough. Shredding her self-worth into a million tiny pieces. Where shadows danced gleefully, denying her hope. Through rifts of time, struggling to find her way. Anxiety gouged out her eyes again, leaving her blind, senseless. Pummeling through metaphorical tunnels, the walls caving in. She couldn't breathe, another panic attack looming. The voices in her head getting stronger. Blah, blah, blah, buzzing in her ear. Muscles frozen, paralyzed in fear. The monsters in the dark feasting on her flesh. She cried out in agony, slipping into the lethargic arms of depression. Like a fat cat, sitting on her chest. ... read more

Colourful Vegan Products To Try This January

If it wasn't for a mindful Veganuary, January would be her least favourite time of year. Where the days were short and the nights were long. Grey skies in the stormiest of hues, clouds pregnant with rain. The air biting, her hands numb. A haunting melody of melancholy, where the sun was a timid visitor. For in January, the warmth was rare. Eyes streaming, reddened cheeks. Feet that wanted to curl up and disappear. She dreamed of frolicking in summer again. Her favourite season. Where fat cats lay sprawled in daisy-fed gardens. Bellies up, demanding to be stroked. Purrs that reverberated into her very core. Gliding past statuesque trees swamped in green leaves. Twirling into sun-soaked ... read more