Horrible people aren’t horrible all the time, otherwise they would never be able to find victims. —Karin Slaughter—
Powerful brave words from Harrison to our AWL @animalswl rescue-horses project, Hearts in Harmony. 💙 “You have my permission to use my name as well as anything else you feel should be included. I don’t mind speaking every ounce of my truth whether embarrassing or traumatic. I believe it can only be helpful to both myself and anyone else who needs to see that they are not alone. I will endure feeling shame if it means that I am honest, and I will always be honest…I truly feel keeping secrets helps no one in the end and only delays healing or repairs.
If you want to refer to me as H that is fine! I just want you to know that I wish to help in any way I can. Also, I love your posts!
Most recently the one about evil people can’t always be evil otherwise they couldn’t find victims. Such a great way to point out how evil can persist.” Harrison
His story will soon be able for you to read 🐎
I think this is a very brilliant and important way to have court dogs.
I know for a fact many that would have wanted this kind of support.
Does your country has this kind of support?
When you can tell your story without pain, it has become a wisdom.
We have a story to tell. How pain brought us together but we healed together 💙❤️
I stayed for the sake of my children. Now I blame myself for the effect my decision may have had on them. Why did I stay?
But I heard myself asking for help. Office after office, different faces. Call after call, different voices. Weeks became years. I became a case number not a person anymore.
Slowly without realizing it, I became more and more isolated. I was financially dependent. I was deprived of sleep. I was told and thought I was useless. I was paralyzed by constantly being on guard for the next attack. The moral club hammered just about everything.
I stayed because I was more afraid leaving him. —Mother’s 🌻
Jag stannade för mina barns skull. Nu klandrar jag mig själv för hur effekten av mitt beslut kan ha påverkat dem. Varför stannade jag?
Men jag hörde min röst ropa efter hjälp. Kontor efter kontor främmande ansikten efter ansikten. Samtal efter samtal olika röster. Veckor blev till år. Jag var inte längre en människa, utan ett ärendenummer.
Sakta utan att jag märkte det blev jag mer och mer isolerad. Jag var ekonomiskt beroende. Jag var sömnberövad. Jag fick höra och trodde att jag var värdelös. Jag var paralyserad av att ständigt vara på vakt för nästa attack. Moral klubban hamrade om precis allting.
Jag stannade, för att jag var mera rädd att lämna honom. —Mamma🌻
“They caught us, me and another horse. They put a jacket over our eyes and led us out. We panicked.We are standing tied up to a tree.” It’s hot.
The other horses in the paddock flee at a galopp. Enormous chaos. A metal object shimmers.
“Two men are hitting us hard.“
It feels like I am attending the scene. One horse conveys enormous pain over his back. The other horse lays on the ground, his head is hanging and blood seeps from one of his nostrils. His eyes stare into the empty air.I close my eyes and don’t know what to believe. Does the owner know about this? In the next moment I see a woman squatting and crying. She has the dead horse’s head in her lap and rocks back and forth moaning.
A prolouge from book one, Listen to the Animals.
This is one of my stories I wrote two years ago– me think–about the journey of their soul and one horse view of depression. Of course all our Animals have their own stories to tell, just like us.
Many writes to me about their grief, when its time to say Good bye, to their beloved fury friend. Love can also be painful. Animals opens up our true feelings – To all of you that lost your four-legged friend, here is Rihannas story again.
Rihannas thoughts about Grieving
A week had passed since we had to say goodbye to one of AWL rescue horses, GummiBear. Rihanna his horse friend, and I, walked together in the woods. The sun shone warmly on our backs as we walked among the trees along the path. Butterflies and dragonflies flew past us. The birds sang, and Nature was peaceful and beautiful.
It was as if time stood still, while everything around us lived.
“Rihanna, do you miss GB?” my thought asked her-Yes, I miss him but not in the same way as you! You mourn him,
I do not. I have accepted and it makes it easier with grief. It is when you cannot accept, that you become depressed, or frustrated. If we do not learn to accept, we become vulnerable in the wild, in life itself.
Then you could never hear the birds sing again. ”
“But you’re not out in the wild!”-The difference between pets and wild free-ranging animals is macabre. You listen to me and leave my spirit free, therefore I have not lost the knowledge of life. We know that the soul lives on, that is the only thing no one can take away from us.