Adena M'lynn's Voice

Trauma is a deeply distressing or disturbing experience that disrupts a person’s sense of safety and well-being. While trauma can take many forms—physical, emotional, sexual, psychological—it never affects two people in exactly the same way. Its impact is shaped by a range of factors including the individual’s age at the time of trauma, the length and intensity of the trauma, the presence or absence of support systems, and the broader context in which the trauma occurs. Some people may appear to function well on the outside, hiding the internal struggles they face. Others may exhibit visible distress, behavioral changes, or emotional instability. Understanding the complexity and uniqueness of trauma is essential for offering compassion, healing, and meaningful support to survivors. Age and Trauma The age at which trauma occurs is one of the most significant factors in determining how deeply it affects a person. Children who experience trauma often carry its imprint throughout their li...

In the shadow of understanding, a stark revelation unfolds, narrated by a voice once submerged in the innocence of youth. "It really was never my job to fight the bullies for you," the voice asserts, its timbre laced with the dawning of an overdue truth. In this confession lies the heart of a child who mistook responsibility for affection, who stood small yet fierce against the giants of malice, believing it was their duty to be the shield when, in all reality, the roles should have been reversed, and the protection should have been theirs to receive. "It really was never my job to make you happy," the voice continues, its clarity growing with each word. Here, the child, burdened by the weight of an adult’s emotional well-being, reflects on the unfairness of a world where a young heart felt compelled to juggle the fragile ornaments of another's contentment. This realization speaks of a backward world, where the innocence of youth was overshadowed by the hefty ex...

by adena m’lynn My body was not my own Taken without consent Forced to endure the violence of his loin. My spirit battered and bent Too young to comprehend The evil he portends Stealing what wasn't his to take Leaving scars that forever ache He convinced me of his love,  Yet locked me in silence with every shove, Trapped in fear's cruel vice Fate was nothing more than a roll of the dice The pain he caused haunts me still  But I'm healing  Shedding shame that wasn't mine As I find my voice and say No more will he have power All secrets brought to light My spirit will now fly unbroken  I emerged from his blight.