I Painted the Light: Using Spirituality to Heal from Childhood Sexual Abuse

When I was five years old, I painted the Light. I painted the happy space I went to while being sexually abused by my father. When the abuse would start, two adorable cherubs would appear and take me by the hands. Off we would go into the Light! We would fly about and tumble, laugh and be filled with joy. It was a glorious, fun and safe place to be. The Light saved me.
So when I was given the chance to create my first ever painting in kindergarten, I naturally wanted to paint this beautiful...