Category Archives: the Road to Recovery
The Survivor of the Earthquakes Expressed Her Passions for Life Using Art, Became a Light of Warmth in the Darkness to Others
This young woman had, overcome the most difficult of ALL obstacles in her young life, and shone through! From the Front Page Sections, translated… “Jia-Wen is going to put on an art show, can you come?”, my friend inquired on … Continue reading
Looking Back, at the Child I Used to Be…
Child, I’d been, where you are, feeling ALL the pains of how life mistreated me, just like you are right now, but hey, I’d, survived, so, why shouldn’t you? Looking back, at the child I used to be, there’s, really, … Continue reading
The Process of Breaking Free
How a woman was able to, pull herself back up from the lowest of her own lows, the strength that women are able to find within themselves surely is, amazing here! Translated… These couple of months, as Mei-Fang walked outside, … Continue reading
Opening the Window, and You Will See the Oceans
In the hospitals, translated… Opposite my mother’s hospital ward, was an isolation room with glass panes all around, with a little boy, whose hands were tied up together, he kept on wiggling, the nurse said it was because the intubation … Continue reading
I, am the EVIDENCE, of My Own Trials of Life
I, am the EVIDENCE, of my own trials of life, as nobody ever gave a FUCKING damn about me when I was younger, nobody ever paid ANY attention to the SEXUAL molestations I’d endured at my grandparents’ house… I, am … Continue reading
The Expressions of Trauma from the Inside Out
A survivor’s tale, from online, translated, by me!!! The remembering of trauma of the younger years, will make you traumatized again, and again. And, this feeling, is not saturated, condensed, or even, symbolic, but it’s a reliving of that specific … Continue reading
On Accepting the Body
Sharing the experiences of one’s own tragic past with someone, translated… After my lecture, a second-year high school girl handed me a note. The moment I’d walked out of those school gates, I’d opened it, it had, “Teacher, I was … Continue reading