HopeScribed
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- Sep 30, 2025
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I need some advice. I have attempted to use ChatGPT, and unfortunately, it isn't helping.
As many know, I am attempting to write my life story in a fictional setting. I anticipate it being long enough to create a series. Only in recent years has my life gotten dull enough to be considered mild. Somewhere between the 5th and 7th grade was a time when Mom would take us to church. Any other experience would come via bus or grandmothers. This was when my father's alcoholism and abuse started to take a turn from very sporadic and random to constant. This drove my mom back to the only place she knew she could get peace.
My father was a very narcissistic man. Who would use religion for control and manipulation. I'll go to church. Give me a chance. But also would use it to bring abuse. Standing in front of the church when I was 13 and telling them my mom is only leaving because the meds he is on prevent him from "relations" type of abuse.
I grew up Pentecostal. I believe in the gifts, and I very much did back then before I ran from God. At one altar service, I went to pray for my dad. This was after a long, bad spell of his abuse. A week at Revival at my aunt's church, where a song was sung....I will attach, as I am sure it is unknown to many. It was a small local group that never went big. We are talking 90's.
This song hit me hard, and when I was at the altar, this was what was in my head. This song. these words. these very fears. As I am praying, the Holy Spirit takes over. Almost immediately, my mom walks over to correct me, saying I am too young and I don't understand. That she was right, I didn't fully understand, but I also know it wasn't wrong. Ever since, it has been silent for me. A barrier that has been built, and in trying to write about other experiences there that were positive, I am struggling. It sounds so robotic and as if I took various bits and pieces and tried to make it a complete thought. I am not very good at this part, the parts that paint my mom in a bad way. I know that wasn't her intention.
So what do I need?
What do you do when emotions or trauma prevent you ability to conveying your message?
In some aspects, this has been a very good therapy for me as it has unlocked memories long gone. Mostly good ones tucked behind the sad parts.
Is it ok to skip and move on, and come back later? Will it be too hard to work it into the book?
Any idea why this part is so hard for me, and yet I have covered the molestation, the physical abuse, and more, and it came so easily compared to this?
Sadly, I have misplaced the disc.
As many know, I am attempting to write my life story in a fictional setting. I anticipate it being long enough to create a series. Only in recent years has my life gotten dull enough to be considered mild. Somewhere between the 5th and 7th grade was a time when Mom would take us to church. Any other experience would come via bus or grandmothers. This was when my father's alcoholism and abuse started to take a turn from very sporadic and random to constant. This drove my mom back to the only place she knew she could get peace.
My father was a very narcissistic man. Who would use religion for control and manipulation. I'll go to church. Give me a chance. But also would use it to bring abuse. Standing in front of the church when I was 13 and telling them my mom is only leaving because the meds he is on prevent him from "relations" type of abuse.
I grew up Pentecostal. I believe in the gifts, and I very much did back then before I ran from God. At one altar service, I went to pray for my dad. This was after a long, bad spell of his abuse. A week at Revival at my aunt's church, where a song was sung....I will attach, as I am sure it is unknown to many. It was a small local group that never went big. We are talking 90's.
This song hit me hard, and when I was at the altar, this was what was in my head. This song. these words. these very fears. As I am praying, the Holy Spirit takes over. Almost immediately, my mom walks over to correct me, saying I am too young and I don't understand. That she was right, I didn't fully understand, but I also know it wasn't wrong. Ever since, it has been silent for me. A barrier that has been built, and in trying to write about other experiences there that were positive, I am struggling. It sounds so robotic and as if I took various bits and pieces and tried to make it a complete thought. I am not very good at this part, the parts that paint my mom in a bad way. I know that wasn't her intention.
So what do I need?
What do you do when emotions or trauma prevent you ability to conveying your message?
In some aspects, this has been a very good therapy for me as it has unlocked memories long gone. Mostly good ones tucked behind the sad parts.
Is it ok to skip and move on, and come back later? Will it be too hard to work it into the book?
Any idea why this part is so hard for me, and yet I have covered the molestation, the physical abuse, and more, and it came so easily compared to this?
Sadly, I have misplaced the disc.
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