Growing up in a household filled with abuse is a reality that many people unfortunately experience. For me, it was a constant battle against the emotional and psychological scars inflicted by my own parents. Their words and actions were like chains, binding me to a life of fear and limitation. However, within that darkness, a spark of determination ignited—the spark that eventually led me to break free and pursue my dreams. The Beginning My childhood was far from idyllic. Instead of nurturing support, I faced criticism and negativity at every turn. My parents' abusive behavior created an environment where self-doubt flourished, and dreams seemed like unattainable fantasies. Their words became my inner voice, constantly telling me I wasn't good enough, smart enough, or capable enough to achieve anything worthwhile. Despite this toxic environment, I held onto a glimmer of hope. Deep down, I knew I wanted more from life than what my parents envisioned for me. The dreams I harb
While I have not yet become a parent, my life experience serves as a poignant example of the challenges faced by an only child enduring abuse from parents. Even now, at 23, I often feel as though I'm being watched wherever I go, with little freedom. For a deeper understanding of my journey, I invite you to explore my personal blog. My decision to embark on this blogging journey stems from enduring maltreatment—bearing burdens alone, silently shedding tears every night. This abuse wasn't confined to my biological parents but permeated my entire extended family. What's particularly distressing is that despite striving to uphold the teachings of our Lord Jesus Christ and leading a righteous life, I continued to endure mistreatment from those whom I've reluctantly labeled as " abusers of good ." Becoming a good Christian parent is a lifelong journey marked by love, faith, and intentional stewardship of the precious gift of children entrusted by God. By embracing b