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Holocaust means a sacrifice consumed by fire, and I have been. But out of fire, the mighty Phoenix rises and I've walked through the fiery bowels of hell.  Felt hoary demons run rampant through my bones and veins. Felt their hands climbing through and over my flesh. Caterwauled, begged, pleaded for them all to stop.  The only release of these demons were metal and warm liquid climbing over soft alabaster skin.

Skin that now holds other rituals. Ritualistic tattoo's here and there that symbolize the Goddess.

I write healing rituals to myself to heal the pain of my abusive childhood.

My battle isn't with myself anymore. It's in letting go.

Pain in my world is conquered by writing, finding the words to express the fury of emotions that brew inside of me.

It's been over two years since I did any type of SI.  Not one day goes by that I do not think about it,but today I am finding hope and strength on this site through other women to stay strong, and not give up.