Today we get to share a very vulnerable story. When Dina reached out to use to share her “Survivor” story we knew it was one to be shared. Sometimes we judge people on what we see of them through pictures, but today we hope you see a very brave woman whose faith is stronger than what anyone tried to take from her.
I came from a broken home and I had nothing! When I was three months old my mom and grandmother worked at a laundromat. There was a young couple in the laundromat that couldn't have children; My mother was going to sell me to them. They gave her a check my grandmother told them, “here's your check, my granddaughter is worth so much more than what you could pay!”
My father molested me from the ages of 3 to 14. When I was 19 he tried to kill me he was arrested in Hillsborough county. I grew up with a schizophrenic mother that verbally, emotionally and physically abused me. I did ask my mother why she didn't do anything to protect me from my dad, she told me I told your dad to leave you alone!
When I was 12 years old my parents were divorced the next day was Christmas my father called Badcock furniture and had them come take all of the furniture and bedroom furniture out of the house and he turned the electricity off! My mother went to various churches and found one fold-up cot and blankets she told my brother and I to double up on our clothes because it was going to be a cold night. I remember it being so cold that I could see my breath; Christmas came and went!
On my dad's deathbed he finally told all of my family in the room that he molested me and that I was telling the truth. I forgave my parents
Ever since I held our first son I've loved Christmas!!. I'm so thankful for my husband, Tommy Kimball, as well. He's never left my side, he is truly a blessing and we've been married for 27 years! He still spoils me and it surprises me! I'm a multiple trauma Survivor of sexual, verbal, emotional and physical abuse. My faith is unbreakable! Not once have I ever questioned my faith. When people hear the words mental illness they become judgmental and they lose their humanity. Ignorance is bliss. This may sound odd, but why call it an illness? I'm not sick at all those people in my past are the sick ones, I'm The Brave one! I'm a Survivor who turned all that into who I am today; alive and living and loving a way I learned on my own. I'm a hero I don't have an illness I have a STORY and a past and present and a future! I ended the chain of molestation when we had our three children! I made something of myself and it's been my unbreakable faith that has always kept me going! You're not a victim for sharing your story
You are a Survivor, setting the world on fire with your light. And you never know who needs your light, your warmth, and raging courage! GOD IS MY LIGHT!