Category: Reflection

Reflection

Nurturing Resilience: Raising Kids with PTSD, Pain & Trauma

Reba Nietert

Copyright 2024 – Rebecca Nietert

Parenthood is an extraordinary journey that presents unique challenges when raising children impacted by post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). This narrative essay delves into the trials and triumphs of raising kids with PTSD, navigating the delicate balance between providing a nurturing environment while prayerfully avoiding any unintended harm. Through personal anecdotes and reflections, this narrative aims to shed light on the arduous yet rewarding path of parenting children with PTSD.

The Unseen Battle

PTSD in children is a silent struggle, often invisible to the outside world. Understanding the nuances of their condition is pivotal to providing the support they need. My journey began with educating myself about PTSD, its triggers, and symptoms. By gaining insight into the emotional and psychological impact, I could effectively alleviate their struggles while fostering resilience and a sense of security.

Empathy as the Beacon

Empathy serves as a guiding light on this journey. As a parent, it is essential to cultivate a deep empathy for our children, acknowledging their unique experiences and the scars they bear. Tailoring our parenting approach to accommodate their triggers and anxieties fosters trust and promotes healing. By embracing their struggles as our own, we create a safe haven where they feel understood and supported.

Nurturing Emotional Resilience

Balancing a nurturing environment with resilience-building exercises is vital for children with PTSD. Encouraging self-expression through art, journaling, or therapy provides an outlet for their emotions. Reinforcing healthy coping mechanisms like deep breathing exercises, mindfulness, and embracing positive affirmations empowers them to face their anxieties head-on. As parents, we become their pillars of strength, accompanying them on their journey to emotional healing.

Creating Safe Spaces

In a world plagued by triggers, establishing safe spaces becomes paramount in raising children with PTSD. This extends beyond the physical environment and extends to cultivating an atmosphere of open communication and understanding. By creating a judgment-free zone, our children find solace in confiding their fears and emotions, fostering a sense of trust and security that aids their healing process.

Seeking External Support

Recognizing the limitations of our parental role, seeking external support is essential for both children and parents. Engaging with therapists, support groups, or trauma-informed professionals helps navigate the complexities of PTSD with expert guidance. This collaborative approach enables parents to better understand their child’s needs, incorporate relevant strategies, and mitigate any unintentional harm that their own emotional reactions might cause.

Raising kids with PTSD is a journey intertwined with love, empathy, and resilience. By arming ourselves with knowledge, cultivating empathy, nurturing emotional resilience, creating safe spaces, and seeking external support, we can parent our children with a deep understanding of their struggles and needs. Though the path may be challenging, the rewards are immeasurable. Our unwavering dedication and prayers guide us towards not only protecting them but also enabling their journey towards healing and growth. May this narrative serve as inspiration to parents on a similar path, reminding them that they are not alone and that their unwavering love has the power to bring light to their children’s lives.

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A Labyrinth of Internal Turmoil: Path to Mental Health

Reba Nietert

Copyright 2024 – Rebecca Nietert

In the depths of despair, where shadows loom and solitude becomes a suffocating companion, lies an unexplored path towards self-discovery. Brace yourself, young adults, for an illuminating exploration through the labyrinth of internal turmoil, as revelation dawns upon the weight of self-hatred and the yearning for escape from one’s own existence.

Struggling against the suffocating grip of self-loathing, let us traverse a harrowing journey that delves into the recesses of the soul, unearthing profound lessons and unspoken truths. Overdoing, overextending, and losing oneself in ceaseless busyness may seem like desperate attempts to escape, but within these relentless pursuits, lies an opportunity for transformative revelation.

In the relentless pursuit of constant activity and ceaseless distractions, we stumble upon the realization that our self-made cages are mere illusions. The revelation crashes upon us like a tidal wave, as we uncover the profound truth that self-hatred and avoidance are but deceptive companions, blurring our self-perception and shrouding our true potential.

Amidst this fervent exploration, we inch closer to understanding the root of our disdain and the longing for liberation. Each step towards the unknown grants us the courage to confront our inner demons and dismantle the barriers we have erected. In this journey towards self-acceptance, we relinquish the need to overextend and instead find solace in embracing our flaws and nurturing self-compassion.

By daring to confront our deepest fears and shedding the shackles of self-hate, we embark upon a path of empowerment and self-realization. As young adults, we forge ahead, enveloped by the revelation that true liberation lies not in escaping ourselves, but in embracing our authenticity and quieting the inner voice.

Let us venture together into the heart of revelation. Embrace the discomfort, challenge your self-perception, and emerge with a newfound appreciation for the intricate beauty that lies within. May this journey illuminate the path to self-acceptance and foster a profound love for oneself, forever releasing the burden of self-hatred and propelling you towards a life enriched by self-discovery.

In 2023, the government passed an easy number for anybody who needs just a little bit or even a lot. That number is 988. I urge anyone who is filled with this to reach out and talk to somebody today. Don’t let the anguish consume you.

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Redefining the Role of Women: Embracing Career and Motherhood Simultaneously

Reba Nietert

Copyright 2024 – Rebecca Nietert

In a world that often limits a woman’s choices, it’s time to challenge the age-old debate of whether a woman should stay home to raise her children or work while raising them. Why should she have to choose between her career and her children? Is it fair that she constantly faces judgment, regardless of the path she decides to take? Today, we embark on a journey to redefine societal norms, empower women, and advocate for a more inclusive perspective.

Embracing the Power of Choice:
Women have the right to make choices that align with their goals, aspirations, and personal circumstances. The decision to work and raise children simultaneously should not be seen as contradictory or selfish. It is a powerful choice that empowers women to pursue their passions while providing a positive role model for their children.

Creating a Supportive Ecosystem:
It is essential to create a supportive environment for women who strive to balance their career and motherhood. This ecosystem should include flexible work arrangements, affordable childcare options, and understanding from colleagues and society at large. By nurturing this ecosystem, we can enable women to excel in their careers while fulfilling their responsibilities as mothers.

Breaking Barriers and Challenging Stereotypes:
Societal expectations often place unrealistic pressure on women to conform to predefined roles. It’s time to challenge these stereotypes and acknowledge that a woman’s worth is not solely determined by her family choices. Women can become successful professionals and nurturing mothers simultaneously, dismantling the notion that one comes at the expense of the other.

Role Models and Community Support:
Seeing others successfully navigating the path of balancing career and motherhood can be incredibly inspiring and empowering. As women, we can uplift and support each other by sharing our experiences, challenges, and triumphs. By building a strong community of women who understand each other’s struggles, we can foster a sense of belonging and provide mentorship to those starting their journey.

Advocating for Policy Changes:
To truly enable women to pursue their careers and motherhood simultaneously, policy changes are essential. Accessible and affordable childcare, parental leave, flexible work arrangements, and equal pay are just a few of the areas requiring attention. By advocating for these changes, we can remove barriers that hinder women from achieving their full potential.

It is time to break free from the constraints of traditional gender roles and embrace a world where women can thrive both as professionals and mothers. By redefining societal expectations and supporting women’s choices, we create a society that values the contributions of mothers in all their diverse forms. Remember, the decision to pursue a career while raising children is a choice that deserves respect and admiration. Together, let us create a future where women have the freedom to fulfill their dreams while nurturing their families, paving the way for a more inclusive and empowering world for generations to come.

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The Interpersonal Workings of Female Conflict: An Introspective Narrative

Reba Nietert

Copyright 2024 – Rebecca Nietert

Female conflict is a complex and multifaceted phenomenon that plays a significant role in shaping relationships and social dynamics. As a senior scholar, I have observed and experienced the nuances of this interpersonal issue firsthand. Through this narrative essay, I aim to delve into the intricacies of female conflict, exploring its causes, consequences, and potential pathways to resolution. By shedding light on this often overlooked aspect of human interaction, I hope to encourage empathy, understanding, and productive dialogue surrounding this topic.

Unraveling the Threads: Understanding the Causes

Female conflict can arise from a multitude of sources, often rooted in a combination of personal, societal, and environmental factors. Competition for limited resources, societal pressures, divergent values, and ingrained stereotypes contribute to the complexities of female interactions. Additionally, unresolved past experiences, differing communication styles, and emotional responses further complicate the navigation of these conflicts. By recognizing and understanding these underlying factors, we can begin to unravel the threads of female conflict and gain insight into its dynamics.

The Layers of Conflict: Manifestations and Consequences

Female conflict manifests itself in various ways, ranging from overt confrontation to subtle passive-aggressive behaviors. These conflicts can be deeply personal, impacting self-esteem, self-worth, and overall well-being. Moreover, they can strain friendships, family bonds, and professional relationships, affecting productivity and hindering personal growth. The layers of female conflict run deep, oftentimes rooted in unspoken grievances and unmet expectations. The consequences can be far-reaching, creating emotional scars and perpetuating cycles of conflict.

Communication Breakdown: Bridging the Gap

Effective communication lies at the heart of conflict resolution. However, female conflict is often exacerbated by miscommunication and a lack of understanding. Gendered societal expectations, such as the pressure to be nurturing and avoid direct confrontation, can hinder open and honest dialogue. Recognizing these barriers and actively working towards overcoming them is crucial in bridging the communication gap. By fostering empathy, active listening, and assertiveness, we can create a safe space for constructive dialogue, ultimately paving the way for resolution and growth.

Cultivating Empathy and Building Supportive Networks

To address female conflict in a meaningful and lasting manner, we must cultivate empathy and build supportive networks. Empathy allows us to put ourselves in someone else’s shoes, gaining a deeper understanding of their experiences and emotions. Through dialogue, mentorship, and shared experiences, we can create spaces where women uplift and support one another. This network of support provides a foundation for growth, mutual acceptance, and the collective empowerment of women. By embracing sisterhood and fostering understanding, we can minimize the occurrence and impact of female conflict.

Female conflict is a complex interpersonal issue that demands our attention and understanding. By unraveling its threads, recognizing its manifestations and consequences, and actively working towards effective communication and empathetic support, we can navigate the intricacies of female conflict with compassion and grace. As we strive for more inclusive and empowering environments, let us remember that by breaking the cycles of conflict, we pave the way for stronger, more resilient relationships, and a more harmonious society.

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A Woman’s Journey Through Heartbreak and Self-Rediscovery

Reba Nietert

Copyright 2024 – Rebecca Nietert

Love is a beautiful bond that connects two souls, but it can also be the source of immense pain and heartbreak. Discovering that the man she loves is searching for love elsewhere can be a devastating experience for a woman. This narrative essay delves into the emotional journey of a woman as she navigates through the waves of heartbreak, introspection, and eventual self-rediscovery.

Initial Shock and Confusion:

When a woman finds out that her man is searching for love elsewhere, the news strikes her like a sudden thunderstorm. It leaves her shocked, confused, and questioning the very foundation of their relationship. Thoughts of self-doubt and inadequacy begin to cloud her mind, as she tries to comprehend how it has come to this point.

The Rollercoaster of Emotions:

Heartbreak is an emotional rollercoaster, and every woman experiences it differently. Initially, anger, betrayal, and sadness may consume her. The pain of feeling replaced by another person can be overwhelming, leading to sleepless nights and endless tears. However, as time goes by, these emotions gradually transform into a mixture of acceptance, self-reflection, and a glimmer of hope for a brighter future.

Self-Reflection and Growth:

The pain of infidelity becomes a catalyst for self-reflection. The woman begins to question her worth and the choices she made in the relationship. As she seeks solace in her own company, she discovers the importance of self-love and self-empowerment. Through introspection, she realizes that her happiness should not solely rely on the love of another, but rather on her own strength, resilience, and personal growth.

Support Systems and Healing:

During this journey, a woman often finds solace in the support of her loved ones. Friends provide a listening ear, offering comfort and guidance. In their embrace, she begins to mend the pieces of her broken heart. Furthermore, professional assistance such as therapy or counseling helps her navigate the complex emotions and unravel the layers of pain. Healing is a gradual process, and with time and support, the woman’s heart slowly finds the strength to love again, this time with deeper wisdom.

Self-Rediscovery and Liberation:

As the woman embarks on the path of healing and self-discovery, she rediscovers her own strength, independence, and resilience. She shifts her focus to personal growth, exploring new hobbies, and rebuilding her confidence. The experience becomes a catalyst for her personal liberation, empowering her to embrace her individuality and redefine her identity outside of the failed relationship.

Discovering that the man she loves is searching for love elsewhere is an incredibly painful experience for any woman. However, through the darkness of heartbreak, there emerges light and empowerment. The journey of healing, self-reflection, and self-rediscovery may be arduous, but it offers a woman the opportunity to rebuild her life on her own terms. With time, the pain will fade, leaving behind valuable lessons and the strength to love again, this time with a deeper understanding of her own worth and the importance of self-love.

No matter how heart-wrenching the betrayal may be, a woman has the power to rise above it, reclaim her identity, and embark on a path of self-empowerment. Through this journey, she learns that her happiness lies within herself, and that she can find genuine love that reciprocates her worth. The pain becomes a turning point in her life, leading her to a brighter future filled with authentic connections and a deeper appreciation for her own strength and resilience.

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Unwanted Lessons – Embracing Rejection

Reba Nietert

Copyright 2024 – Rebecca Nietert

When I first arrived home from the hospital with my mother, I was met with a disheartening response from my father. He took one look at me and uttered the words, “that’s not my child.” The connection between a father and his child never formed for me. There were no playful moments shared, no fatherly embrace to cherish. My early memories are devoid of any presence from him, until he finally returned when I was nine years old.

It was at that fragile age when he reappeared in our lives, urging my mother to place us on the L train bound for Springfield, Illinois. My older sister was ten and my younger sister just eight. Filled with anticipation, we embarked on the journey, eager to see what awaited us. Upon arrival, I was introduced to a whole new side of my family: my father’s mother, LaVonne, and her husband. Walter, his father and his wife, Charlotte, was also present. Cathy, who Bill, my father had married and adopted her two kids Lisa and David.

It was during this meeting that the significance of my sisters’ names dawned on me. My older sister was named after our grandmother, and my younger sister carried the name of my father’s sister. In contrast, my own name seemed to be chosen without much thought, seemingly plucked out of thin air.

On one particular day, grandmother LaVonne set out on a shopping expedition. Upon her return, she presented two carefully chosen gifts, one for my eldest sister and another for my youngest sister. My heart swelled with anticipation, hoping a gift awaited me as well. But just as I reached out to claim my surprise, her words hurt me deeply. My breath caught in my throat. She hissed, “I didn’t get one for you because you’re not my granddaughter.”My childhood tears fell like rain, and my father, Bill, took me into the bedroom away from the other two children to punish me for misbehaving.

In that moment, the weight of my existence hit me with full force. I realized that I was the one left out, that my place in this intricate family dynamic was not as clearly defined. It was not in my head or I was not the problem. It was in that instant that I began to question my identity and yearn for a connection that seemed to elude me. When I got back home, I asked my mother about the incident. It was then that she told me he was probably right and I wasn’t his daughter.

It was a moment of undeniable clarity, a realization that reverberated through my being with a disturbing truth. Her words, simple yet piercing, echoed in my mind, playing on a loop as if to ensure their message sank deeply into my soul. The feeling of inequality, the emptiness that engulfed me in that one instance, reverberated through my memories with alarming clarity.

I couldn’t help but reminisce about the laughter shared by my parents when they cradled my sisters. The pride that radiated from their eyes as they proudly introduced them to acquaintances and friends. The contrast between the toys they received and the ones I was given. The harshness of my consequences than theirs. My bruises. My welts. It all became painfully clear, like a harsh spotlight illuminating my true place in the family. They never had those wounds. Both of my parents blamed me for their mistakes.

Whispers from extended family reached my ears, lingering like venomous hisses. I wasn’t one of them, an inherent truth that had eluded me until that very day. I had brushed off their cruelty as nothing more than malicious behavior, not realizing the concealed honesty behind their actions. The sting of rejection took hold, penetrating deep within my being, leaving an indelible mark on my soul.

I came face to face with an irrefutable reality – I was different, incomparable to them in every sense. I never quite fit their mold, nor would I ever. It was a painful revelation that shattered the illusion of belonging I had long held. In a sea of dark features and the voluptuous physiques, I was a blonde, blue eyed, tall, lanky skinny kid that stood far above even the men in the family.

In this pensive moment of introspection, I couldn’t escape the weight of this truth. It enveloped me, casting a melancholic shadow over my thoughts. The journey felt daunting, as if I had been thrust into a world that refused to accept me. I heard myself say, “they will never accept you for who you are, and why should they? You will never be one of them.”

When I was much older and life taught me lessons unwanted, I refused to be defined solely by the perception of others. I would forge my own path, embracing the uniqueness that set me apart. I began to accept that true fulfillment lies not in blending in, but in embracing who we truly are. The wounds of rejection may sting, but they also serve as a reminder of our resilience and our ability to carve out our own identity. So, I stand amidst the harsh reality of my differences, acknowledging the pain yet finding solace in the strength it has ignited within me. There is power in embracing the truth, even if it means veering off the conventional path.

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Navigating Life Without Interpersonal Skills or Emotional Intelligence

Reba Nietert

Copyright 2024 – Rebecca Nietert

In the depths of my childhood, I learned to navigate an unconventional path. A world where solitude became my closest companion, and silence was more familiar than whispers. The norm dictated that I venture outdoors, to immerse myself in games that temporarily distracted from the void within. The sun would rise and set, casting its golden hues, reminding me that time was an elusive concept, slipping through my fingers like grains of sand.

My mother, a courageous woman, raised me as a single parent until fate intervened when I was just a tender five years old. She met a man who became a part of our lives, his presence flowing through our days like a gentle stream. For a fleeting moment, our schedules synchronized, and a semblance of normality tantalized my young spirit. As swiftly as this sliver of stability arrived, it bid farewell, leaving a void only an eleven-year-old could comprehend.

Responsibility became my companion before its time. I would find myself standing at the helm of the kitchen, cooking meals, mastering the art of cleaning dishes and tidying our humble abode. All the while, my eyes rolled in defiance, my silent protest painting the walls with unuttered words. Seeking solace in my mother’s affection, I yearned for those elusive three words that held the power to mend the fractures within. But their presence was scarce, often whispered in the aftermath of a harsh beating, a fleeting reminder that love could exist amidst pain.

My feelings remained shrouded, cast aside and unacknowledged. In the chaos of her own reality, my mother became a hapless passenger, her exhaustion a testament to a life that demanded too much of her. Time seemed irretrievable, slipping through weary fingers that had long forgotten the magic of conversation, the beauty of truly listening, and the power of nurturing little souls seeking their place in the world.

The Detrimental Effects of Neglect: Social Isolation and Miscommunication

Growing up in an environment where interpersonal skills and emotional intelligence were not emphasized presented numerous challenges. The absence of these skills hindered my ability to form meaningful connections and maintain meaningful relationships. Social interactions became daunting as I lacked the ability to effectively express myself, leading to isolation and misunderstandings in various aspects of life.

Struggles with Empathy and Understanding Others’ Perspectives

Without the cultivation of emotional intelligence, empathetic abilities were stunted. Recognizing and understanding the emotions of others became difficult, resulting in frequent misinterpretations and a lack of empathy. This disconnection from others potentially contributed to a limited understanding of human behavior, hindering personal and professional growth.

Ineffective Conflict Resolution: Escalating Tensions

The absence of interpersonal skills left me ill-equipped to navigate conflicts constructively. Difficulty in expressing my own emotions, coupled with a lack of active listening skills, often led to escalating tensions and unresolved disagreements. This pattern strained relationships, hindering personal growth, and limiting my ability to collaborate effectively.

Emotional Turmoil and Self-Reflection

Realizing the deficiencies in my interpersonal skills and emotional intelligence forced me to confront my own emotional turmoil. The lack of emotional awareness made it difficult to process and regulate my own emotions, resulting in heightened anxiety and stress. Self-reflection became an essential tool to bridge the gap, prompting the need to actively develop these skills beyond what was initially taught.

Seeking Growth and Self-Development

Recognizing the importance of interpersonal skills and emotional intelligence, I actively sought avenues for growth and development. Engaging in therapy, reading books, attending workshops, and seeking mentorship became instrumental in acquiring these vital life skills that were not initially nurtured during upbringing. Though challenging, the journey of self-improvement allowed me to bridge the gap and gain a deeper understanding of how interpersonal skills and emotional intelligence contribute to a well-rounded and fulfilling life.

The absence of parental guidance in fostering interpersonal skills and emotional intelligence can have significant consequences on an individual’s personal and social growth. The impact includes difficulties in forming meaningful connections, a limited ability to empathize with others, ineffective conflict resolution, emotional turmoil, and the need for self-reflection and self-improvement later in life.

Recognizing these deficiencies and actively seeking personal growth and development can mitigate the effects of this upbringing. Through dedication and a willingness to learn, individuals can acquire the necessary tools to navigate social and emotional situations effectively. Ultimately, this journey enables the cultivation of interpersonal skills and emotional intelligence, promoting healthier relationships and personal well-being.

As I weave together the fragments of my past, cherishing the distance I have traveled, I realize that love is not always whispered in the conventional sense. It manifests in the strength we find within ourselves, the lessons we learn amidst chaos, and the moments of solace we offer others along their own unique journeys. My childhood, though unorthodox, instilled in me an unwavering belief in the power of love’s resilience.

Interpersonal skills and emotional intelligence are essential components of personal growth and successful interactions with others. However, not all parents prioritize teaching these important life skills. This narrative essay explores the impact of lacking interpersonal skills and emotional intelligence from a personal perspective, shedding light on the challenges faced and the potential consequences of growing up without these crucial tools for social and emotional navigation.

And so, as I share my story with you, I am reminded that even amid the darkest of times, love can transcend the bounds of tradition and adversity. It connects us all, reminding us that within the tapestry of our lives, there is space for healing, understanding, and the emergence of a love that can flourish against all odds. A soul that can learn kindness and a heart resolute to never make the same mistakes.

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Life’s Bustling Chaos – Generational Reflections

Reba Nietert

Copyright 2024 – Rebecca Nietert

I have vivid memories of sitting down with a therapist who enlightened me about the influential figures in my life who had ingrained values that shaped the person I am today. As I reflect on my journey, I can wholeheartedly agree with that therapist. Among those remarkable individuals were my great grandparents, Sam and Geneva. As I sit here in the latter years of my life, their profound impact on me remains undeniable.

During those treasured summer breaks, when my mother needed respite, she would send my two sisters and me off to live with relatives. While my older sister, LaVonne, would spend those weeks with her father’s sister, Sharon, I was blissfully content being in the company of my great grandparents. As a gangly, lanky child, with legs seemingly composed mostly of knees, I found solace in the presence of my great grandmother, Neva. Her figure was the antithesis of mine – round and comforting. I would snuggle into the rolls of her body, finding a sense of security and belonging that melted away my self-consciousness.

Neva nurtured me in ways I can never repay. She fed me Malta meal every single day, diligently attempting to plump me up. Our breakfasts were adorned with eggs, and sometimes, for dinner, we delighted in mushroom soup. Though our means were modest, love and attentive ears were abundant in their home, a novelty I wasn’t accustomed to.

Looking back, I am overcome by a deep sense of gratitude for the love and care that Sam and Geneva showered upon me. Those blissful summer days were defined not by material possessions, but by the wealth of love and understanding they shared. These memories remain etched in my heart, serving as a powerful reminder that sometimes the most extraordinary gifts in life are intangible.

As I recount my journey, I am reminded of the therapist’s words that resonated with me deeply. It is true, indeed. Sam and Geneva strategically imprinted values within me, values that have shaped my character and the way I navigate this world. Their love, their wisdom, and their capacity to listen have guided me throughout my life.

As I sit here, basking in the warmth of memories, I am overwhelmed with appreciation for the legacy that Sam and Geneva have left behind. Their love continues to ripple through the generations, reminding me of the power of love’s embrace. It is within this embrace that I discover the true essence of who I am.

In life’s bustling chaos, I find solace in knowing that I was fortunate enough to experience the remarkable love of my great grandparents. They shaped me into the person I am, imprinting upon me values such as empathy, compassion, and the art of listening deeply. Their influence has echoed through the years, reminding me to cherish the relationships and moments that truly matter.

So, with a heart overflowing with gratitude, I honor the indelible mark that Sam and Geneva have left on my soul. Their love is a gift that will forever guide and inspire me.

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Meeting My Hero – Love Transcends The Ordinary

Reba Nietert

Copyright 2024 – Rebecca Nietert

When our paths crossed, I had already weathered countless storms, both self-inflicted and bestowed upon me by fate. I carried the weight of my past, scars etched upon my heart. And there he stood, a sight to behold, exuding a rugged charm that whispered of untold possibilities. From that very moment, an electric connection sparked between us.

He, the office manager, me, the first female salesperson. I had treaded cautiously around the other men, but this one, he captivated me completely. Not only did he catch my eye, he effortlessly claimed my heart. Little did I know, our journey together would be a roller coaster ride like no other. Love, passion, complexity, scandal – all woven into the fabric of our lives, forging a lasting commitment.

Our courtship began cautiously, hesitant steps in the dance of love. For the man I know today was once a foolish boy, stumbling through the intricacies of being my partner. He made mistakes, monumental ones, and had to learn what it truly meant to stand by my side. I am a woman of strength, unyielding and resolute; I have no time to raise a man. He must meet me on equal ground, or depart.

It took him years to reach that level, to surpass me in his growth, but his willingness to learn and adapt never faltered. He genuinely loves me, with an intensity that ignites the deepest recesses of my being. He embraced the challenge of becoming the man I needed, and his unwavering commitment has forever transformed our lives.

In this journey of love, we have weathered storms, scaled mountains, and embraced the challenges that sought to tear us apart. But through it all, our love has grown, intertwining our lives in a tapestry of devotion and adoration. Together, we have discovered the true meaning of partnership, finding solace and strength in each other’s embrace.

So, if you too long for a love that defies the odds, that transcends the ordinary, join us in this tale of love and redemption. For within the pages of our story, you will find the power of second chances, the beauty of growth, and the transformative magic of a love that withstands the test of time. Open your heart, and let our story inspire your own journey into the boundless depths of love.

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A Glimpse of Resilience: Overcoming Violent Beatings from a Damaged Teen Mom

Reba Nietert

Copyright 2024 – Rebecca Nietert

I’ve shared moments from my past when life appeared blissful and uncomplicated. However, the elation I felt in those instances was soon shattered by the horrors of violence. This is my personal story, distinct from my mother’s, and it’s essential to remember that there are always two sides to every narrative. It wasn’t until later in life that I came to realize the undeniable inaccuracy of my own perspectives and the distorted lenses through which I viewed the world. My memories had been shaped by fabricated tales, constructed to avoid shouldering any responsibility for my actions during my youth. My mother, too, battled her own personal demons, frequently succumbing to their influence.

In reconsidering my past, I approach it with caution, understanding the need to carefully evaluate the validity of my own recollections. It is a vital lesson I have learned on my journey towards self-discovery and awareness. By acknowledging the complexity of our individual stories, we begin to comprehend the fragmented nature of truth.

My mother’s story and mine are intertwined, yet divergent. Through introspection, I now understand the necessity of appreciating her struggles, her mistakes, and the battles she fought silently. We are all imperfect beings molded by the circumstances that surround us. Recognizing this truth has allowed me to discern the flawed nature of my own perspectives and narratives.

A Childhood Marred by Turmoil:

Growing up in the shadow of an emotionally damaged teen mother was fraught with difficulties. As a young child, I endured physical abuse, experiencing frequent, violent beatings that left both physical and emotional scars. Most of what I recall was fits of what I call blood rage. An uncontrollable urge to control a situation that one feels pain or loss or unfairness. This immature reaction was the status quo. The consequences of that torment was the removal of any sense of security. Her unreasonable explosions at any given time robbed me of safety. A battle I continue to struggle with today. Eventually, the English language became an escape from this painful reality, offering solace through literature, poetry, and stories that transported me to worlds far removed from my own.

Seeking Understanding and Empathy:

As I navigated my teenage years, a desire to comprehend my mother’s emotional turmoil drove me to explore psychology and self-help books. Through extensive reading and introspection, I began understanding the impact of trauma and emotional instability on individuals. Writing provided me with a platform to communicate my discoveries, fostering empathy and understanding among peers, educators, and eventually, even with my mother.

Discovering Inner Strength:

While the beatings continued, I discovered my own reservoir of inner strength, often rebelling and thereby increasing the frequency. I heard words of love from her tough detached lips only when guilt had consumed her. To hear them I would suffer the brutal force of her rage. I would egg her on. That was my culpability in our dysfunctional dynamic.

Breaking the Cycle:

Armed with newfound self-awareness and a thirst for personal growth, I vowed to break the cycle of violence that had plagued my family for generations. Drawing inspiration from my mother’s strength in overcoming her emotional demons, I sought therapy and professional guidance to heal my own wounds. The English language provided a safe space to verbalize my pain, explore healing techniques, and share my journey of personal transformation.

Embracing Forgiveness and Empathy:

Unbeknownst to me, my ability to forgive and empathize played a pivotal role in my journey towards healing. Recognizing that my mother’s actions stemmed from her own unresolved trauma and emotional instability allowed me to see her not just as my abuser, but as a vulnerable human being. I penned heartfelt letters to my mother, expressing my understanding and offering forgiveness, fostering a path to reconciliation and healing.

Engaging in creative writing, I poured my emotions onto paper, forming a narrative that empowered me to rise above my circumstances. With my communication, skills, honed, it offered me the means to articulate my pain, frustration, and resilience, transforming my experiences into a tangible testament of my journey.

Conclusion:

My path of overcoming violent beatings inflicted by my emotionally damaged teen mother has been one of resilience, self-discovery, and forgiveness. My prayer is to transcend my painful experiences, heal through writing, and ultimately find empathy and understanding. I hope to inspire others who have faced similar challenges to tap into their inner resilience, embracing the power of forgiveness and self-growth, and finding solace in the healing power of words.

Please Note: when I say, beatings or abuse, I am specifically talking about bruises that are able to be seen, muscles that are torn, and bones that are broken. The last occurrence at the age of 14. However, with all that revealed, my mother and I became best friends because when 2 people choose healing & forgiving, change happens. I live in a glass house and will throw no stone.