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Welcome to Sadie Speaks

a safe and sacred space 

Welcome to a place of healing and hope after abuse. There is a certain ‘sisterhood’ and ‘brotherhood’ among women & men who have faced the countless varieties of abuse and its onslaught.  This is a safe space to engage with a lone  woman, on the journey of Faith, who found her voice on the tip of a pen and at the bottom of a make up brush. 

 

"There is no pit so deep, that God's love is not deeper still."

Corrie ten Boom

 
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About Me

Sadie’s Not My Real Name

For years, I have written over 100 poems to try and make sense of my abuse and it’s obtrusive interaction with my real life.  In another season, I also found solace in building pottery and painting barns.  I finally decided to share my poetry and paintings in a forum that gives hope and provides sacred space for others to process pain. I founded Sadie Speaks : Finding Your Voice After Abuse with a mission to give others their voice by hearing mine. Take some time to explore the blog, read my story, and find your voice mingled in the echoes of my whispers, shouts, silence and songs.  May you find that the truth of your abuse ends with hope, tenderness, forgiveness and holding fast to Love. 

 

Concussed

Trigger Warning: Domestic Violence & Intimate Partner Violence; Verbal Abuse I have had this title in my draft folder for years. Shortly...

Home Should Be Safe

Another one bites the dust// And another one gone and another one gone// Another one bites the dust (Deacon, popularized by Queen) That...

Buried

I buried it Just for you Tucked it away Where no one had a clue Pretended to be fine Let you pretend to be divine And buried myself with...

Christmas Came to My Heart

Mr. Magoo was a married man but he still wanted vows from another, from me. As a young teenager, after years of grooming, Mr. Magoo asked...

Sometimes...

Some times we add ‘forever’ to the end of our good-bye. (Un)incredible Hulk dated me for two months, beat me for five months, manipulated...

There Once Was A Boy

The one story I heard oft repeated was that they once lived in a shack - more like a shanty- whose walls were merely newspapers

Borrowing from the Old

I’m sitting down to write because I want to write. I miss writing. It’s been a long time for me. Covid. Graduating a senior in high...

Repentance

That blood cries out from the ground Whose blood? My brother’s Asking God for not another Weeping black mother Over a body, covered

Fighting Tooth & Nail

Racism isn’t something new. It isn’t something that used to happen. Racism is an ugly, nasty demon that likes to hide in the shadows and

Run the Play

In my healing, there’s been a clear playbook and I wanted to share it with you. It works nearly every time. Sometimes, the other team is

March Madness

I didn’t come back to the gymnasium after that. Technically, I still have two seasons of athletic eligibility hanging like an old jersey in

Quote, Unquote

Years and years I memorized that quote. I hung the card on bulletin boards and tucked it away in boxes of memorabilia. Then, abuse’s effects

Soiled

"Gratitude is not a simple emotion or an obvious attitude. It is a difficult discipline to constantly reclaim my whole past as the concrete

Old Haunts

Simply, I mean my old familiar favorite books. This, first in a series, Top 10 List is a compilation of the books that shaped me, resonated

Silence, Broken.

I mistook silence for forgiveness. I mistook silence for a Christian response. But in that moment of asking for my silence, he took away

Truth Teller

It’s important to tell the people in your life caught in abusive situations the truth. Both the victim and the victimizer.

Tin Trailer Captive

{Trigger Warning} One thing every kind of Abuse does is make you a captive. It limits your freedoms. It makes you a prisoner; it ...

The Four Seasons

Right in the mix of conflicting feelings of loss swirling around my senior, my graduate, my last born — Grandma season arrives. These little