I can’t even begin to explain in a single sentence of why writing about my life is difficult. The “why” is complicated and messy and the reasons overlap in my mind until it’s just a muddled mess. And unless you are one of the few people who understand the sort of life I’ve lived, I might not be able to express the “why this is hard” in adequate enough words to help you understand.
Yet . . . here we are.
Me, writing. And you, reading.
Thank you for being here.
What follows are “snapshots” of my life. I share each part of my life as I feel comfortable sharing, so they probably won’t end up being in chronological order, necessarily.
I’m trying my best to not be too graphic in describing my past, but if one of the chapters is going to be a bit more vivid in detail, I will be sure to warn you at the beginning. However, as always, if you are a survivor of abuse or mind-control programming, please be judicious in reading the following material. If you begin to feel triggered for any reason, please stop reading and tend to your immediate needs.
❤ Loren Grace
(Note: When I originally shared some of my testimony, I used pseudonyms when referring to other people. I will again, where I’m uncomfortable naming names, but at other times, I will now use the real names of some of the people who were involved in my life.)
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