Hope Martin
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Find my fantasy book "Memoirs of the In-Between" on Amazon in paperback, eBook, and hardback, in the Apple Store, or on the Campfire Reading app.
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I am a mother, a homesteader, and an abuse survivor.
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Surface Pressure That Just Won't Stop
Disney Has Changed The Way They Make Me Cry As a child, I cried over the death of Bambi's mom. I hyperventilated in fear as a 5-year-old watching Snow White for the first time, and she ran screaming through the dark forest after the huntsmen tried to take her heart. I cried when the curse was broken for the Beast and he discovered love. When Dumbo was abused and mistreated and separated from his mother I sobbed. I forced myself to watch it until the end (I am a childhood abuse survivor, this movie was very triggering for me in a lot of ways) and found relief in the ending. But I refuse ever to watch it again - and I haven't shown my daughters that movie OR Pinocchio. I know those movies would trigger me to this day.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Psyche
Dear Phoenix Letter #4
Dear Amanda, The year 2014 was ten years ago when I started working at Savers (A thrift store in the north) and where I met you. Honestly, from past drama I was nervous to meet you. A high school friend at the time said you were really chill and that we’d get a long just fine.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Confessions
Terror In The ER Waiting Room Reminds Me Why I Am Pro-Choice. Content Warning.
It Took Me Two Weeks. The pressure in my pelvis was dismissed as a symptom of my PCOS for two weeks before I gave in and decided to go to a doctor. I had a rough menstrual cycle at the beginning of September, so I figured I had an active cyst. No big deal, since I am very familiar with the process of 'riding it out.'
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Viva
A Dear Me Letter
Dear Me, You couldn't ask people to write you letters without writing one yourself. That would just be plain rude. The frustrating about writing to myself is that I have nothing good to say about you. You still get sick to your stomach when you see yourself in the mirror. You still only eat once a day most days and that's only because your family watches you like a hawk and you have to (not to mention the low blood sugar issue, that sucks too). You go about everything you do with half-baked enthusiasm because you know you'll fail anyway. Just like your business. Just like your book.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Confessions
Dear Phoenix Letter #2
Dear Abuser, It’s been four years since the last time I saw you. Since the last time I heard your disgusting voice. The last thing I had ever heard you say was something to my husband. That I was cheating on him with Hope. But that was the furthest from the truth.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Psyche
Dear Phoenix Series - Letter #1
Dear Abuser, You took a lot from me. You took my freedom, my sanity, and more importantly, you took away who I was. Even to this day, you still taunt me in my thoughts. However, I have accomplished more than I could ever imagine. Linkin Park came out with a new song called the The Emptiness Machine. It just came out recently, and honestly it applies to the situation you put me through.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Psyche
Introducing Dear Phoenix, Dear World, and Dear Me Series
Dear Readers, I am writing you today to cordially invite you all to participate and share far and wide my Dear Phoenix, Dear World, and Dear Me series. This trio of article series will consist of true letters, written from folks like you or folks like me. They are letters, written from the hearts of people around the world, and myself, and posted here on Vocal.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Writers
Educational Institutes Leave American Citizens UnEducated
I watched a video today that made me have the ugliest epiphany. I remember my history teacher in middle school getting irate with me. Because I corrected him. I remember an argument where several people of color called me a 'fucking white lying racist bitch,' and verbally assaulted me because I corrected them too. Because they were wrong. I knew they were wrong. But I didn't understand that I was the only one in a sea of people where only a handful of us knew the truth.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in The Swamp
Memoirs Of The In-Between - Chapter 2 . Content Warning.
When you’re alive, you have no idea what happens to you when you die. It was one of my many thoughts and regrets. I always wondered what happened to a person when they died. I sent so many people to their afterlives, that it seemed like a fair question. I had no idea what I believed, and to be frank I was scared to think too deeply about it. Only when my worst guilt, fresh after a job well done, did I dare to venture into that dark corner of my mind. I eventually convinced myself that nothing happened. There was no heaven, there were no gods, there was nothing but a deep dark sleep that you never wake up from.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Chapters
