Abuse Hides in the Dark. Turn on Your Light.

Kellie Jo Holly


  • Seconds Away

    Sometimes I feel like I live in a haunted house – dark, dreary, ghosts hovering, and memories creaking in my mind. And then a window flies open, the breeze blows the heavy curtains aside and I can see what has always been there but lurked forgotten in the overpowering shadow. This time when the curtain blew aside,…

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  • Perception Deception

    I was talking to a friend today who told me she had read the blog and could completely relate – almost like I was writing about her experience instead of my own. Many of you who read this blog tell me the same thing. In fact, my business card says, “Read my journals…you’ll think I…

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  • The Abuse Is Incessant, Hurtful and Real

    The Abuse Is Incessant, Hurtful and Real

    I wish I had stopped this long ago, but I didn’t. And now that I am trying to stop it, I wish that I could wave a magic wand and make it all better. I wish that saving my soul and saving my marriage was not a process – a long process.

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  • The Voices

    I feel a need to explain to you that I hear voices. They don’t tell me to do bad things or to hurt anyone. I’m not dissociated or schizophrenic and that is not a self-diagnosis. Anyway, I do hear voices. Some people think that I’m only talking to myself. Sylvia Browne, who insists that spirit…

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  • The Gift of Being Right

    The Gift of Being Right

    “Why did I marry him?” implies that my fear of worthlessness was in place before I knew him. Maybe I married him because he validated my fear; maybe he truly was the hero I was looking for. In essence, he told me that I WAS RIGHT.

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  • The Beast Under My Bed: What If My Husband is Right?

    The Beast Under My Bed: What If My Husband is Right?

    He makes the money. He schmoozes for the promotions, he works his ass off goddammit so he can come home and work like a slave around here, too. I’m always breaking stuff, always buying more than we need, always wasting the good life he’s providing for me by crying, fearing, cringing, and hugging the walls…

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  • Portrait of My Abuser: The Devil Only I See

    Portrait of My Abuser: The Devil Only I See

    You will never see my abuser as I do. He would not dare act these ways in front of you. If he did, then you would know I am NOT the crazy one. Game over.

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  • Abusers React to Boundaries Poorly

    Abusers React to Boundaries Poorly

    Abusers Will Feel a Certain Way How do abusive people typically react to you enforcing your boundaries? It is likely to make them angry. Why? In essence, your boundary cuts them off from the core of you, and abusive people do not like that at all. Their control over you relies on you being open…

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  • Better than "It hurts my feelings when you…"

    A comment on the previous post helped me to realize that I’ve got to come up with a strategy for dealing with my husband that doesn’t include telling him that he’s hurt me. He doesn’t care. Or rather, he’s glad that I’m hurt because that means he has the upper hand. I’m ripe for travelling down…

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  • Gems

    Although I have skirted the outposts of my personality, my nature, previously, I am now going into me full force. I am reaching in deep and pulling out the treasures. I am finding the jewels inside of myself. I’m so excited about the gems I’m unearthing that I can’t quite understand why YOU don’t want to…

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