Your story is the key that can unlock a person’s prison. Share your testimony.
Most people don’t know much about my childhood. That has been by design. Very few people have been allowed into that darkness because I have locked it up and buried it away. It’s not a pretty sight. People, in general, don’t like things that are ugly or awkward or difficult. They will quickly avert their eyes and keep walking. I’m no different. Pain comes with remembering and I don’t like to hurt.
I’ve been tight lipped for years fearing that if I voiced my disappointments, struggles, memories that someone would come along and tell me that I didn’t have a right to feel the way I did. That fear materialized a few weeks ago, on an early Saturday morning. After 7 years of silence, I heard my biological mother’s voice on the other end of the phone telling me how I “over-dramatized” my childhood. That things really weren’t that bad and that I was just a selfish kid.
I’m not trying to make myself out to be a martyr, or her a villain. I just want the freedom to express in hopes that in these words there will be freedom for my own soul and possibly for yours too. There are more prison cells to unlock, more memories to shine light on and it is my intention to do just that.
Many of my memories are triggered by an event, a smell, a voice. This past week, the bible school I attended, held its graduation ceremony. Looking at pictures of cap and gowned friends, instantly transported me back to that same event, 9 years earlier. The morning of I got ready with friends while my heart raced with anxiety knowing both my biological mother, her boyfriend and my step-dad would be in the same room at the same time.
The last time this group gathered was at my high school graduation. At one point it had me escaping from my own party to hide in my sister’s room to cry. My step-father had arrived at the ceremony with the stench of beer on his breath. This should have been no surprise since he drank all day, everyday for as long as I had known him. He refused to stay for my party because of others who would be in attendance. The others, included his ex-wife and her boyfriend. Things would have turned explosive if he hadn’t retreated. He not only drank, but without warning would transform from the life of the party into an angry, abusive, scary man. My biological mother lavished me with expensive gifts in an attempt to make up for our lack in relationship. At 17, I remember feeling sorry for her. She thought my love could be bought. At this moment, I was her shining achievement. Those feelings were book ended with me being the shittiest most ungrateful daughter– so it was difficult to enjoy “the moment”.
I had been determined that my college graduation would be different. That there was something amazing to celebrate. Three years of working two jobs and endless nights of studying now behind me and exciting new adventures on the horizon.
My class gathered in the hallway of the church where our ceremony would take place. Just us, together, one last time. My eyes filled to the brim with tears, not because of joy and excited anticipation, but because I was afraid. My heart was frail and I feared the conversations and conflict I knew were going to take place. My mom (the woman who took me in at 13 to raise as her own) came and found me. Somehow she just knew I was in turmoil and that at that very moment I needed her love and her hug. I was standing in a small huddle of friends, taking pictures when I saw her walk through the closed double doors. My heart gave a heavy sigh of relief, as the tears flowed. For the moment, I was at peace.
She hugged and kissed me, whispering in my ear about how proud she was of me and how much she loved me. We snapped a picture and she went back to the auditorium and I went back to my friends.
The day progressed the way I knew it would. My step-father showed up late and watched the graduation ceremony from the sanctuary doorway. He hugged me as the class processional passed him. After which, he retreated to his girlfriend, his truck and a nearby steak restaurant. My biological mother played her usual part as manipulator and gave the day a familiar shade of shame. This accomplishment of mine seemed like a waste to her and my next-step plans didn’t sit well with her, either. Her slyly veiled jabs winded me, but I was able to endure like I had so many times before– with a tightly shut lip and a look of resignation.
I’ve journeyed on in silence. Resolved that maybe my silence would make me a better daughter. That silence would make me less of a disappointment. That silence would make me less disgusting in their eyes. Less repulsive. But my silence has kept the poison bottled in side of me and its time to flush it out.
(To be continued.)
17 thoughts on “The Uncovering: A Memoir (Part 1)”
Only good came come of shedding light on dark places, even if the good is accompanied by pain. Your story will give someone else hope to get through theirs. Thank you.
Thank you so much for your comment. That is my hope EXACTLY. As a little girl, I’d often ask God to make all of the pain “worth it”…and giving someone else hope that they can get through it would be just that. Thank you, again!
this was amazing. thank you for sharing. others will definitely be helped by this.
And thank you for reading it and encouraging me on the journey!
i’ve shared it. if that’s not ok, i can take it down. just let me know
It’s absolutely ok! 🙂
Well done Holly. I have a similar story. Maybe someday I can write about it. I’m so proud of you.
I’d love to hear your story, Mary. My story will come in several parts, but its taken me a long time to get to the place where I was willing to write about it. Thank you for reading, for your love and for your support.
You go girl — and Jesus will shine! I see him shining all over you! Hugs and love!
Thanks for reading and supporting me. So thankful for your wisdom and love on the journey!
Hi Holly– this takes guts. Good for you. I pray that others are healed as you bare your pain.
I’m going to mangle it but there’s a story James Bryan Smith tells in “The Good and Beautiful God” about a professor starting class with a brand new cardboard box at the front of the class. He then asks each student to come down in turn and to beat on the box. By the end, the box is a tattered mess. He then turns off the lights and turns on a lamp, which he then places under the box. From the tears and breaks in the box, the light shines through. This story is told to remind us that Jesus’ light shines through where we are wounded, broken, beaten, and abused. It is in and THROUGH our brokenness that His light shines.
Much love, Holly. Would love to catch up sometime.
Wow. Thank you for taking the time to read and respond, Tim. You’re words ring as confirmation to my soul. The past year a song by Brothers McClurg “you shine through” have very often been on repeat. The story you shared was strikingly similar. And I wholeheartedly believe the sentiments (or rather truth) behind it is Truth.
There are more installments, but I needed to start somewhere and there seemed peace to start here. I’d love to catch up as well.
Sharing your story takes courage and much trust in God. Thank you for being vulnerable and allowing God to use you in this way for others and to His glory. Indeed the light shines through you! Eshet Chayil, Woman of Valor!
Thank you dear, Angela. I long to be faithful to Him and allow His glory to shine through. Broken & beautiful.
Thank you for sharing this Holly. I am reminded that what the devil tried to use to kill, steal, and destroy – God has turned it in to something beautiful. Keep up the great writing! Keep glorifying Him! God bless.
Thank you for reading! Amen! God will make something beautiful out of me yet (Read my blog post “Something Beautiful” for more of my thoughts on that). I appreciate your encouragement! Blessings to you!
Somehow I missed part one, so today’s part two got me searching for this. I’m appreciating knowing more of your past which helps to understanding your present. It’s heartbreaking to read, but I’m praying that revisiting some of this will lead to further healing and freedom! The light is definitely shining through!