Amen Sister to that!
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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 👑
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 💙❤️
“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.
Nothing is impossible 🐢
Unbelievable amazing. How did she get up? How can she balance on big mamma?
You inspire me! That’s Amore!