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Author Archives: cbadmin

Hello from Journal Girl

Each of us have our very own scar. Some of them are visible. Some of them only internal. Still, every single scar is different. Each scar takes on its own shape and form. Colors vary as well. In actuality the way a wound heals depends on the process. Were doctors involved? Did the wound ever … Continue reading »

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My Story – The Beginning

I suppose today will be the day I begin to tell my story. Let me start out my story with the scar. Here goes… Hi again, I’m Journal Girl and I’ve been abused. Probably not what you thought you’d see on the first ever post, huh? Well, this website isn’t for wimps… it’s for champions. … Continue reading »

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One abused girl sits here. And it’s me.

How do I start telling my story again? I’m not a professional writer. I only want to help you. Help anyone avoid abuse. A Man, woman, teenager, single, married, widowed, abandoned, confused, lonely, or questioning if their abused. I don’t ever want anyone else to have to endure all I’ve been through. I begin to … Continue reading »

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As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

Ever feel dead inside? I have. Ever feel so alone yet you are surrounded by loved ones? I do. Ever wished there was just one person who understood what you’re going through? Well, that’s where I am today. “Nobody gets it.” One night around Christmas, I was demanded to stand there and listen to another … Continue reading »

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The Storm will pass….

I was in the process of my divorce when a knock came on the door. It was the Police. They were there to question me on a BOMB that was found at our old house. Our old house meaning~ Journal Girl’s house with The Storm. Supposedly a Mason Jar Bomb was found outside the home … Continue reading »

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