Mia Mattsson Mercer

Children and Animal Warrior

Tag Archives: rescue

Middle Aged Woman and her Horse

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Amen Sister to that!

Word-less Healing

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🖤 You never lost me, I only lost myself.

You showed me trust and every day was a new day. No judgement, only encouragement.
You let me take the time I needed since You knew that time doesn’t exist. Despite being abandoned, You never abandoned me.


You who use no words and have no freedom, gave me healing, a belief in myself, a new better version of myself. You gave comfort. You… you gave me my freedom back.
You alone, did what no other humans could do.


It’s time 👑
That’s Amore!

A Lonely Teenager

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❤️‍🩹 no children will be exposed however, some wants to share their story and experiences. We always ask the child/teenagers parent.

We want to share with you what the Animals are contributing to our health and mind and heart.

Martin 13 years old don’t want to ride but he likes to come and walk one of the horses ones in a while.
“I am very alone, got no friends and during the Covid 19 I become more isolated. But too Julia I can talk and tell her about my life. I talk about everything. And I get to practice my German. She makes me calm and my anxiety and sadness lowers dramatically. It’s like I forget I am alone.”

Please keep supporting our program to adults/teenagers and children in need of comfort from AWL Animals

That’s Amore!

Two Faced Evilness

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Horrible people aren’t horrible all the time, otherwise they would never be able to find victims. —Karin Slaughter—

Healing in Harmony with Horses

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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 🐎

Court Support

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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?

Wild Life Rescue Weekend

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When you can Tell your Story

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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 💙❤️

That’s Amore

Pity the Destroyer

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Hope

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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 🌻
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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🌻