I used to teach at an abused children's home. I told the kids, "You all have a manure pile of memories. Nothing you can do about that. Now you can drown in the stink or turn it into compost and grow a garden. I wouldn't't be as good a teacher to you if I didn't know what you're going through. That way, I make my memories do good instead of letting them eat me. I'm like Herbie from Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer. I pulled my Bumble's teeth. He's still big and scary but he can't bite me anymore.
Rebecca O'DonnellTags: hope memoir child-abuse incest
Whenever Insecurity whispers In your ear, telling you how much you suck, tell it to shut the hell up. Then keep going forward anyway.
Rebecca O'DonnellTags: insecurity self-hate
Become your own soulmate. Then you'll always have someone watching your back, and you'll always have someone who loves you.
Rebecca O'DonnellTags: hope memoir insecurity abuse incest
Have you ever gotten to a point where you looked at your own life, thought "Fu** this," and reached for the economy-sized Valium? Ah, suicide. So dark and seductive.
Rebecca O'DonnellTags: hope addiction suicide memoir abuse
We're nobody's dirty little secret.
Rebecca O'DonnellTags: secret
You have a manure pile of memories. Nothing you can do about that. Now, you can drown in the stink, or turn it into compost and grow a garden.
Rebecca O'DonnellSix months later, I was poor, pregnant, and married to a man who read Dogfu**er magazine.
Rebecca O'DonnellEmpathy is walking a mile in somebody else's moccasins. Sympathy is being sorry their feet hurt.
Rebecca O'DonnellIt's like ping pong with a ball made out of acid and fire. That's what's going on inside our screwed up heads.
Rebecca O'DonnellIt's not your fault you had an unwanted dick in you.
Rebecca O'DonnellTags: addiction rape incest domestic-violence
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