Defining Sexual Abuse and Devine Sex by Pam Witzemann

This week I’m excited to welcome back to Emerging from Broken, guest writer and fellow blogger Pam Witzemann as she defines sexual abuse. Pam shares a highly personal account of how she came to terms with understanding what happened to her and how she recovered from sexual abuse by learning the truth.  As I read … Continue reading "Defining Sexual Abuse and Devine Sex by Pam Witzemann"

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How Judgmental People define other People by Pam Witzemann

  Guest writer and fellow blogger Pam Witzemann continues to bust through the fog with the conclusion of  her two part article about living under constant judgment and disapproval. Pam is a regular participant in almost all the discussions here in EFB and has her own blog; “Boomer Back-beat ~ Talking bout our generation”. As … Continue reading "How Judgmental People define other People by Pam Witzemann"

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Judgementalism: A Cloud of Disapproval and Condemnation by Pam Witzemann

I am excited to welcome my friend and fellow truth seeker, Pam Witzemann back to Emerging from Broken.  Pam busts through the fog with this two part article about living under constant judgment and disapproval. Pam is a regular participant in almost all the discussions here in EFB and has her own blog; “Boomer Back-beat … Continue reading "Judgementalism: A Cloud of Disapproval and Condemnation by Pam Witzemann"

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The Healing Power of Righteous Anger by Pam Witzemann

I saw all anger as being wrong and I denied my own angry feelings. I, like many people, was taught that all anger was inappropriate and I hid my angry emotional responses by stuffing my anger and being mad at myself for being angry. By the age of 12, I was very depressed and I believe, my stuffed and misdirected anger (which was rage, a mindless and destructive anger) was the underlying cause of my childhood depression.

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The Black Hole of Emotional Neglect by Pam Witzemann

By age eighteen, I had experienced so much personal destruction by those claiming to love me that I became as a dying, bitter, old woman with no hope for any future. The only comfort and relief from the constant emotional pain, that I felt physically in my chest, was my drugs. It seemed to me that my drugs loved me better than any human being because they relieved me of having to feel the emptiness inside that grew more powerful by the day....

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How I learned to Self Abuse by Pam Witzemann

I first started using drugs at twelve when I began stealing my mother's allergy medicine to sleep. I was depressed and anxious most of the time. My family teased me for moping and pouting and I was called a scrooge because the holidays sent me into depression as they were days for my dad to drink to excess and spoil whatever childish expectation I had for culturally important days. I was afraid of holidays. No one ever tried to find out what was wrong.

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