Friday, May 24, 2013

My One True Friend

When I think about my journey

From a quiet secret keeper

To a roaring advocate

I think of all the roads I traveled

The people I met

The ones who guided me

And the ones who led me off course

I always think of you first

You showed me where the trail begins

Where it ends

And all the hidden courses along the way

You cheered me on

You comforted me

You defended me

You advised me

Without you, I'd still be quiet

Without you, I'd still be numb

You gave me hope

You were my hope

Without any expectations

Without any promise of payment

You respected my space

And my needs

You are the one true friend

In a world full of lies

Thank you for saving me

Thank you for being you

Thank God for you

Friday, May 17, 2013

Butterflies

When you meet that pretty girl

The one who seems timid and meek

So shy she won't even look you in the eye

You think what's the matter with her

Why can't she be sociable and normal

But be kind, be nice, be gentle

For in a few months time

You shall meet again

But now she's a beautiful woman

So strong and proud

She holds her head up high

Smiles wide and says hello

And you can hardly believe it is her

Oh how she transformed!

Because you were kind and nice and gentle

And that's how all the caterpillars turn to butterflies

That sullen girl who now laughs and smiles

That angry guy who is now a fine gentleman

And all the hurt people who suddenly learn to live again

Always be kind and nice and gentle

For they are far greater than you

Friday, May 10, 2013

Dear Mom (Part I)

Mother,

I wanted to thank you for all you have done for me,

But I couldn't.

I wanted to remember the lessons you taught us,

But I couldn't.

I wanted to appreciate the time and money spent,

But I couldn't.

I wanted to reminisce over the fun times,

But I couldn't.

I wanted to tell you that you're the world's greatest mom,

But I couldn't.

I wanted to hug you and say I love you,

But I couldn't.

All I could do was

Remember and cry,

Devastated,

Mourning the loss

of a childhood and innocence

Corrupted and stolen,

Stunted in its prime.

All I could think about was

Your apathy,

Your negligence,

Your determination to ignore

and undermine my pain.

You insist on his innocence,

Portraying his virtues,

Making him out to be a saint.

When in reality he is not.

He hurt me,

Abused me,

Destroyed my very being.

But he is your hero,

Your rock,

You say he's perfect;

Perfectly abusive is what I say.

Mother,

I wish I could thank you

and remember the good you have done.

But all that is overshadowed

by your failure to protect me

The sweetness in our life

is meaningless.

The memories have disappeared.

And all I can remember now

is the violent abuse.

You cared more about your public image

Than the helpless child who was your very image.

And that is unforgivable.

Sincerely, 

Your seven year old daughter


Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Raffle!!

I will be announcing our very first raffle shortly!! 
But first we gotta spread some courage and hope! 
Like our Facebook page, share the page with your friends and when we get to 500 likes, the raffle will be announced!


Happy Sharing!

Friday, May 3, 2013

What Makes Me a Survivor?


I was hurt

And vulnerable

Hurt and unprotected

And mocked

Put down And trampled upon

Pushed through the dirt

And covered in mud

Buried headfirst in deep dreck

But I pushed and pulled

Wrestled and struggled

Till I could get my feet straight on the ground

And slowly

Slowly but surely

I fought the fight

I screamed

I shouted

I cried

And let it all out

I uncovered my wounds

Showed the world

My journey to hell

I warned them

And begged them

Let me be the last to suffer

They didn't listen

They don't want to hear

They say ignorance is bliss

So I will keep screaming

Till they hear my voice

Till they recognize our pain

And say no more

I will fight

To save myself

And to save all the children

Because everyone deserves a life

Everyone but those who took ours

Everyone has a voice to be heard

Everyone but those who silenced ours

We will start taking them down

By rising above

And protecting

I am a warrior, a survivor

And will no longer be victimized.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Love Me


Hug me
   but don't touch me

Kiss me
    but don't feel me

Admire me
   but don't praise me

Want me
     but don't desire me

Protect me
     but don't smother me

Need me
     but don't demand of me

Fix me
     but don't criticize me

Support me
     but don't cripple me

Teach me
     but don't recreate me

Love me
     but don't abuse me

Thursday, March 28, 2013

My Journey to Freedom


http://balaboostas.com/2013/03/my-journey-to-freedom/

http://www.jewishcommunitywatch.org/my-journey-to-freedom/

It started five years ago, when I married my now ex-husband. Well, that’s when it officially started. But you see, it never just starts with a bad marriage. There is usually a history leading up to that poor decision. In my case, I had been abused previously. True, it was a different kind of abuse. But essentially, it’s all the same. It has the same devastating effects and takes the same sort of energy to shake out of your system.

It started when I was 7 years old. Thankfully, it’s over. But the journey has not yet ended. I am in a healthier place now than I have ever been in, but there is always work to be done.
Sparing you the horrific details, I was sexually abused for many years as a young child. I then went on to marry an abusive man. He put me down, shamed me, beat me, raped me and ultimately, succeeded in making me feel worthless and like I was nothing more than an empty shell. He did a ‘fine’ job of finishing off my rapist’s mission.
 
Throughout my years, I subconsciously took over the role of my abusers in treating myself like I do not have a voice, and doubting the small little voice that would attempt to speak up every now and then.
 
Now that small little voice has gotten stronger and louder and more assertive. But every so often, the condescending voices of my abusers pipe up and try to dissuade me from pursuing my dreams. But now, it is their voices that are hushed and quiet, the muttering that I am now able to ignore and prove wrong.
 
Because I am strong. Stronger than the weak men who needed to put me down in order to build themselves up. Stronger than the naysayers who thought I could never break free. Stronger than myself, because every day I am getting stronger than I was yesterday.
 
Here are some of the ways that I was able to nurture and bring forth my inner strength. For those of you who have battled with similar struggles, I hope this can help you break free too.
 
Live your life for you! You are the most important person in your world. Your own mental health should be top priority. What everyone else thinks is just background noise. Ultimately, they are not living with your decisions – you are. This does not mean to totally disregard wisdom and advice from those wiser and more experienced than ourselves, but rather, to take it into consideration when you look at the grander picture that only you have access to. Remember: you can never please everyone.
 
There is absolutely nothing wrong with being selfish. If something or someone makes you feel bad or gives you negative vibes, remove them from your life. You do not have to care for the world. You have to care for you. Take time to do the things that make you happy, that give you positive energy, and only surround yourself with those who do that for you.
 
Set boundaries Very clear and strong boundaries When interacting with you, other’s should know what you will put up with. And the only way for them to know what your boundaries are, is if you tell them. Be firm. Be your own advocate.
 
Independence. For every individual, this can mean something else. For some, it may mean getting a job and paying their own bills. For others, it can be taking college courses. And yet for others, it can be as simple as going pottery painting in the evening after the kids are asleep. Whatever it takes for you to feel like your own person, do it.
 
Which brings me to my final point: Date yourself. This one may be more difficult for the extroverts out there, but it may prove to be even more beneficial. It entails doing exactly what it sounds like. Take the time out to be alone and do what you enjoy doing. Allow yourself the quiet and solitude to think deeply. Let your mind wander. Get to know yourself. Keep a journal of the thoughts you have. You would be surprised at how much you discover about yourself. It can only lead to good things.
 
Now as Pesach approaches, I am aware that I was bound by shackles of abuse, similar to that of the slaves in Egypt. But I, like them, am no longer a victim, rather I am a survivor.
 
I survived the deepest hell and came out stronger. Like the Torah tells us, the slavery in Egypt was compared to an iron furnace. It refined us to be able to receive the Torah. One of my favorite expressions sums this up perfectly “Stars can’t shine without darkness.” I am a shining star, as is each and everyone one of us. We all have struggles and those struggles shape us to be better, stronger and kinder people.
 
Let us use this upcoming holiday to reflect within and find our deepest strengths.

Wishing you all a happy, healthy, Kosher and liberating Pesach!