Shannon Harrison

Freelance Article Writer & Newsletter Writer

Location:Albemarle, North Carolina, United States
Phone: 704-850-4075
2 Skills
I'm interested in helping folks get their stories a speaker and a blogger at i've made GOD'S REHAB for survivors,so i know how to get things is my back ground.. MY STORY ,MY TRUTH....
I am a daughter, sister, wife and mother. When I was young, I dreamed of becoming a dancer. I was passionate, loving and full of life. But you would never believe that I was also a broken -down, self-loathing destructive girl. I hated God and the world. I did drugs, drank and had a baby at 18. You ask how you can be born with so much purpose, then become so much less? Well I’ll tell you... I was molested by my father! This one man changed me forever. Not just my body, but my mind and soul. I have never looked at the world the same since his ****** abuse; rather I’ve walked in this world just wondering… where do I belong? I tried to move on but the chaos of my mind couldn’t understand my heart. I would cry for no reason…. love the wrong men … hated and blamed the wrong people. I was a walking mess... I was the walking dead! Now how do you exist after becoming the walking dead? Many abused individuals, these walking dead as I was, go through life like zombies… searching for food, while actually, their souls are agonizing for love and peace. For many of us, it’s not so much that our bodies are decaying… but our souls. In our walking- dead reality, we engage in all the sins of the world, all the while looking for a glance of love or a glimmer of hope that one day we will be normal… and that we’ll be Alive! I’m not proud of what I was, nor do I like anything about it. But the devil is a liar… he tells you do not matter. Furthermore, the world doesn’t care if you are in pain, so why not drink and do drugs to help forget. And as you listen to the devil telling you he’s the one, you find yourself doing what you must to keep him. You actually come to believe, he’s what you deserve. That was me! I’d done about every sin and felt not worthy of God’s grace; still, a small part of me had faith. Looking back, I with all my heart that’s what kept me alive. Today, I’m Alive and not in the ground because God has renewed my body, but more importantly, He renewed my soul. My life is not over, yet sometimes I wish I was for the memories can be rough. Even though I’m now renewed, I’ve lost a lot through the years, including my brother. My brother was lost also; but because I was so lost in my own pain, I didn’t pay attention to his. As with many people who are lonely, we feel we’re the only ones feeling this way. My own shame took me away from showing love and compassion to others, including my brother. Eventually, my brother killed himself… and sometimes, I still feel he’s the lucky one because he is with God. Others may think differently about this; but my God has mercy. My mom blames herself sometimes for my brother and me, and as a mother now, I know I’ve made huge mistakes with my boys. But, I realize my mother didn’t have the skills to teach us about this world because her mother hadn’t shown her… that’s why we have to be aware of this crisis of abuse.. If we don’t break this cycle of abuse now, how can we build strong women to choose strong men to have strong children? Let’s stop walking in this living grave yard… and stop letting the devil have our children. Amen. I also make video's for causes..more examples of my writtings are on my sit