Rivers of pain
Wash over me again
Rivers of tears
Rivers of sin
Rivers to wade through
For all who dare to know me
Rivers to drown in
For all of the unholy.
Rivers
SAFETY NOTICE: This section contains imagery and language that may stir memories or sensations. Pause anytime. Breathe. Ground in your body. You are safe to step away. You don’t have to finish every story. You are in control of how much you consume. Don’t allow my pain to consume you.
Disclaimer: I am not a licensed therapist or mental health professional. I am a trauma survivor. If you need help, please seek the services of a licensed professional (see my Resources Page for suggestions). The contents of this website are for educational, informational, and entertainment purposes only. Information on this page might not be accurate or up-to-date. Accordingly, this page should not be used as a diagnosis of any medical illness, mental or physical. This page is also not a substitute for professional counseling, therapy, or any other type of medical advice. Some topics discussed on this website could be upsetting. If you are triggered by this website’s content you should seek the services of a trained and licensed professional.
Written by Candice Brazil
Author. Artist. Healer. Survivor. After awakening from what I call my Trauma Coma, I realized that nearly everything I believed about myself was shaped by unresolved trauma. Today, I help others heal from the invisible wounds of incest and betrayal trauma. Holey House was born from my own healing journey. It’s a sacred space where souls with holes can transform their pain into purpose, their wounds into wisdom, and their shame into light. From holey to holy, this is where we remember who we were before the wound.
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