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June 1, 2018June 1, 2018 Cherilyn Clough

If My Wounds Were Visible

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Cherilyn Christen Clough is an Author, Cat Whisperer, LGBTQ Ally and Advocate for Survivors of Narcissistic and Religious Abuse.

She wholeheartedly believes no matter what happened to us in the past, love will help us find our healing in the present.

She and her husband help make Oregon weird and she enjoys making art in her spare time.

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It’s a painful weekend for some of us. Just know you are never alone. Thousands of people have taken a stand against narcissism and domestic abuse. You might feel sad or guilty on a holiday weekend to realize your family is altered by your choice to stand up for yourself, but the truth is the situation called for separation and the abuse that preceded it was NOT your fault. Be strong warriors! Stand tall in your dignity! God sees. You are setting a good example for your children and others that boundaries are healthy. My heart and prayers go out to every person reading this today. It’s just another weekend. Make a list of things you want to do and dream. This is how we recognize the chains are gone and make a better life. The best revenge is a good life. #narcissism #narcissist #fathersday #scapegoat #narcissisticabuse #survivor #freedom #youalwayshadthepower #befree #littleredsurvivor

Hi Friends! It’s Freedom Friday! How many families have been harmed and torn apart by immature and narcissistic fathers? Fathers who always have to be right, fathers who demand allegiance to themselves, fathers who use their power to harm us, fathers who act like a victim when we fail to meet their expectations and demands for narcissistic feed, fathers who triangulate and bad mouth us even as they take our money? If these are your examples of a father, I don’t blame you for not wanting God as an ultimate bully dad, but I have good news. God is a mature father. One who looks past your imperfections and adores you anyway. George MacDonald once said, “...for life to be a good thing and worth living, a man must be the child of a perfect Father and know him.” What does it mean when Jesus says to be perfect like our perfect Father in heaven? When I was young, I was taught I had to be perfect to get God’s approval. Thanks to a better translation of biblical languages, I now understand the word perfect means to be mature or complete. In others words, Jesus is telling us to grow up and act like our Heavenly Father who does not act immaturely. Whether you can imagine God as a kind and perfect Father or not, just know that you are loved and there’s nothing you can do to earn love. If your earthy parents have a criteria for you to be loved, then that isn’t love. Find your freedom! Go where you are celebrated! #freedomfriday #father #goodfather #georgemacdonald #fathersday #littleredsurvivor

Hi Friends! It’s Memoir Monday! Here is an except from my upcoming memoir: The girl my age had slapped my face with the brutal truth; it was too late to catch up to my peers. As my brain strained to accept this reality, I sat down in an orange melamine chair and forced myself to breathe. I imagined her dancing and laughing with her friends, while I was stuck in another universe, sorting my siblings’ dirty laundry. I wondered how I could get from my planet to hers. When the washers quit spinning, Momma washed her hands and began to load the clothes into the dryers. My job was to drop quarters into each machine and turn the dial. Once our task was complete, we counted the extra coins to see how much we had left for the candy machine. Every ‪Friday afternoon‬, Momma and I savored chocolate while we meditated on the colorful clothes swirling in the dryers like a row of kaleidoscopes. In this noisy place, without upsetting Daddy, we discussed our dream to live in a house like “normal” people. This ritual was our liturgy, the candy our sacrament–and our hopes ascended like prayers, fulfilling this weekly communion between mother and daughter. #memoirmonday #littleredsurvivor #chasingedenmemoir #childhood #survivor #narcissism #narcissisticabuse

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