A Healing Step

Writing used to be a kind of therapy for me. I wrote to survive, almost. It was like a lifeline that connected me to reality amidst all the trauma and abuse and confusion that was my daily life…

I used to fill up a journal every 3 months. I needed to process each day’s events on paper in order to feel sane. Writing helped keep me connected to what was real and true. It helped give me strength to stay strong and to not give in to lies, temptation, and manipulation.

I’ve been journaling since I was 6, I believe, although I’ve since lost my earliest journals. When I was 10 I started journalling more seriously, and by the time I was 15 I was completing around 4 journals a year.

Writing was comforting. Helpful. Hopeful. Strengthening. Healing.

But somewhere along the way it became pain. Lots and lots of pain. And it wasn’t because of my words…it was because of the words of others. The written words of others.

It started 6 years ago. I received a 3-page letter from my abuser telling me over and over that I deserved to die and be killed. She never would talk to me about it in person or explain what she believed I did that caused her to write such hateful words, but she did use the written word to flood me with verbal abuses of many different kinds…with words that cut me to the heart and nearly broke my spirit entirely. After that the letters became emails, Facebook messages, texts, cards every now and then, and blog posts…all with messages filled of lies and hate.

In the beginning it was only my abuser who sent me hate in the form of writing, but over time her friends and family –Christians and non-Christians alike– started contacting me on her behalf, accusing me of terrible things I had never done but that she convinced them I had. Calling me terrible names. Betraying me. Shunning me. Abandoning me. And even disowning me.

Finally, I was wounded to my core. And finally, the association that “writing” had to hate, hurt, lies, cruelty, and terrible things was complete. Finally, what used to be therapeutic and life-giving for me was now nothing but pain. And my life already had so much pain the way it was…how could I willingly let myself endure more?

So I started writing less. And less. And less.

I still made myself write, though. I thought if I forced myself to write and to push through my pain long enough, I’d overcome my desire to never write another word again. But the more I tried…the more I pushed myself…the more I tried to overcome the negative association that writing had become…the more writing hurt me, not less. It was just too associated with terrible things.

I almost gave up writing, and therefore blogging, a dozen times over the last 2 or 3 years. Almost. But God is a healing God, and He didn’t give up on the broken state of my heart. He used His Word, years of prayers, Walker, my friend Annelise, my dear Miss Foskett, and a long visit from a sweet soul named Leah to heal my heart and spirit in big ways, and to heal me from the fear I had of writing. Of making new friends. Of vulnerability and condemnation from others. Of verbal attacks and cruelty and lies.

And now I’m finally ready to start over again with writing. For the first time in a long, long time I’m ready to start blogging with new eyes…eyes without the taint of the pain of yesterday.

I know I have a long road of healing still ahead of me, but this is a start. A really, really good start. ❤

Yours Truly,
~Cassia Dee


6 thoughts on “A Healing Step

  1. I love you Cassia! You are such an amazing woman and I love reading your posts. Writing has always been cathartic for me as well though I’m not anywhere near organised enough to have full journals I have dozens of notebooks with scattered pages. You are such a wonderful human being and I look forward to reading more from you.

    1. UG Ashley, I love you ❤ You have no idea how much this comment encouraged me. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my blog and leave such a caring, healing comment! You're wonderful.

  2. Hello Cassia,
    I’ve just read this post if yours and I’m very touched.. and saddened.. but inspired as well! I’m so happy I came across your blog . I started following your instagram, (which I came across through your coloring posts) and I’m so glad I did! I have journaled throughout my life and it was very therapeutic for me at times. I’m happy for you that you have been able to find a way to keep on writing! I look forward to reading more from you!
    All the best,
    Jennifer
    (@colourmecalmplease)

  3. Cassia can we get in contact with each other. If you’re able to see my email on here can you email me? I love you always

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