I’ve recently joined a Facebook group that is fighting against Parental Alienation. Initially, I was excited that this group is out there supporting people like me.  Then I started reading the posts calling for action.  I found myself frozen with fear.  I had to pause to try and understand this feeling.  Why don’t I jump up and do everything I can to help?  What am I afraid of?

The answer didn’t take long… fear.  Fear of the pain that made me so weak I became homeless.  Fear of the pain I’ve lived with. Fear of the rejection from my own children.

Let me explain. My ex had my daughter examined by a doctor after she left with them.  She made all kinds of allegations.  All the results showed nothing happened, but that didn’t stop her from continuing her crusade. When I heard about these allegations, I was crippled emotionally.  It was the most devastating moment I’ve ever experienced in my adult life.  It took me 8 years before I could start to even talk about it and start to recognize the damage I’ve suffered.

I hope I can help this movement with my stories, but I’m scared. The pain is still there, but I hope by acknowledging it it can go away.

Fear is a darkness of the soul. I choose to shine a light on it.