Mia Mattsson Mercer

Children and Animal Warrior

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The Beauty of Rescuing

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As many of you know, I have rescued Animals for nearly three decades now. (and they have also rescued me) I finally feel that the research I have made during this time, working together with the AWL project and alone finally been giving results. 👑Horses Healing Harmony Project (even dogs) have worked together with (mostly) young people, however, also together with single parents– with different needs of Bodily and Mentally Harmony from the Animals.

Now, this is no rocket science and many of us know how important animals and nature are for us Humans.

picture @Ulla Linders

It’s been a long journey, meeting a lot (I repeat a lot) of different authorities, which for many I am very thankful for. I do acknowledge the difficulty they are facing many times during their work, wanting to do more for their “client” But being tied up with rules and laws can make a lot of frustration and sadness (even burnout).

Gracefully, I am now finishing up my writing resources; “research and practice studying” which can soon be used by employers, educators and the public at large.

Many of you are asking me via the media, and since I cannot answer everyone due to my full schedule time. I love your questions, and they also challenge me to try to find some kind of comfort or answer back.

I always learn something new every day, and I love it many times.

My gratitude goes to everyone that work so hard, many times with frustration, but you never give up. Especially, you that are lifting other up even when fear and uncertainty is grabbing hold of you.

Psychologists, Lawyers (even the not so good ones too ) Women Help Center, Mentally coaches, Police Undercover that works with Child sexual exploitation, Horse People, Friends, Aquanites and even the stranger on the street (or Instagram). Thank YOU for everything you taught me.

❤️‍🩹Even the not very good ones teaches me something

That’s Amore!

My Body Belongs to Me

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The little girl with her thin blond hair sat on the cold wooden floor, protected by the darkness. The demon’s back glowed by the light from the moon, shiny and white, apart from some big moles that looked as if brown mud had been thrown at him.

The demon didn’t know that it was only her shell that he ravaged. He stroked her soft skin with his rough working hands. It felt like sandpaper to her sensitive skin. To survive, she had to leave her body. Leave her body from the pain and degradation, but the memories would always find their way into her subconscious.

The demon was not a fantasy. He was real! He was alive. He breathed, talked, and pledged his love. But the most important thing that he told her; it was their secret.

He was someone she knew. She had been taught to never follow strangers, only to trust them she knew.  And so she did.

Always talk to young children and teach them the differences between, “good touching, bad touching and secret touching.” But also for them to say “Stop! Its my body!” from relatives, to friends, to strangers……..no one.

That’s Amore!