Cherish Freedom

My Healing Journey From Mormon Ritual Abuse To Freedom

I will rise again August 18, 2017

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It’s been a crazy journey, these last few years. Ready to get back to this outlet. Ready to work towards truth, light, and healing once again.

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Warrior Princess for God February 5, 2014

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Feb. 5, 2014, pencil sketch

 

Comfort in Poetry November 11, 2013

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I have no more words of my own…This poem made me feel a little better, for a tiny moment. Trying to find comfort in other’ words and to not feel so alone. Thank you to all the people who have reached out to me. You have no idea how much the “little things” mean to me, when everyday life is such a struggle, living with PTSD. And DID, but….not talking about that now. Anyway, this is a good poem, hope you all like it too.

The Plight of a Powerless Consciousness 

I’m far from my peek of consciousness;
I’m just breaking into this game.
But I have some advice for the novices
like me, that are starting to feel the same.
Like there’s an emptiness in your existence,
and a bountiful source of sadness.
You want to fight these emotions through resistance,
but powerlessness and consciousness drive you to madness.
Like breathing seems just a little more futile,
as if pieces of you break off with each exhale.
In your despair you find little worthwhile,
afraid to move, feeling that to move is to fail.
In each of these moments I go back to my center,
that place that enables me to shamelessly feel.
To paint, dance, cry, or sing is my mentor.
All thoughts are stopped. In that moment, I heal.
There, the wills of the cowardly, though strong
cannot disrupt my internal connection,
and in those crucial moments I realize all along,
that when I create I am in my place of protection.
They cannot make me hate myself, or feel alone.
They can only spew hatred and lies about the body I borrow,
Even then, when others believe them and the lies they condone,
I will write. And my freedom will rise from what was once sorrow.

Crystalkay Fairrington, Wake the Public

 

Cherish Freedom Every Day… November 7, 2013

Its my father’s birthday, but I am free now.

In my mind I am still in bondage in some ways, but my body is free.

And my spirit has always been free.

He can’t hurt me anymore.

None of them can.

I am free today, and I cherish it.

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New Blog! Bad Robot Creations October 29, 2013

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Hello friends!!

I have started another blog, to chronicle my journey from being a starving artist to (hopefully!) being able to supplement my disability income. I will post all the pics of my Bad Robot Creations there.
Please check it out!!!

http://www.badrobotcreations.wordpress.com

Love Bad Robot, aka Cherish Freedom