Saturday, May 20, 2023

A Brief Synopsis

He Beat Past My Skin (Redemption of a Broken Spirit), is a story that highlights the emotional and psychological effects of domestic abuse, which afflict women and children around the world. Set in Washington D.C., the character-driven story is a psychological mystery laden with intrigue, and suspense. Its powerful tales surrounding violence and abuse are sure to capture your attention. It is a story that evokes the deepest fears of many women and delivers a message that silence kills.

Angela Morrison’s perfect world is shattered after she discovers that her hero is the boogeyman. One night, she walks down the stairs and finds her parents huddled at the bottom of the steps. Then, she watches in silence as her father punches her mother in the stomach so hard that she crumples to her knees in pain. The contempt in his eyes is like that of an angry beast devouring his prey, and his ferocious behavior traumatizes her. After that night, Angela’s love for her father and compassion for her mother challenges her loyalties, and years later, she must choose between them.

Eventually, Angela moves to Washington D.C. and becomes a psychologist specializing in Family-Marriage Therapy. She joins a private practice, which caters to the rich and powerful political clientele. Although, the practice has all the fringe benefits of a first-class establishment, she desires more intrigue. The ordinary aspect of her client’s issues and situations lacks the fascination she craves.

Therefore, when the opportunity to facilitate the Women’s Meeting at the church presents, she eagerly accepts the position. At the Women’s Meeting, Dr. Morrison meets four women, Anita Harrison, Candace Carter, Ernestine Johnson, and Toni Brown, whose complex life situations captivate her interest. She quickly discovers that each woman possesses similar characteristics of her mother, and is hurled back to her own harrowing past. As she guides the women through the pursuit of their truths, she must confront her own demons; demons buried in the memories of her alter ego.

Writing is my passion. I published my first novel, Graduate Detectives, in February 2006. My goal is to create unique plots that uplift, inspire, entertain, and provide a story that leaves the reader transformed and challenged to improve their own life situations. I hold a B.S. in Psychology, and Sociology with a minor in English, M.S in Education, and an M.A. in Law from Regent University in Virginia. I retired from the United States Army after 22 years of service and reside in Jackson Georgia. I am an avid reader of women literature and love writing it as well.

As a victim of "Military Sexual Trauma”, I know first-hands how the lingering effects of abuse can devastate one's ego. I want women to read this novel and obtain a sense of compassion and awareness for those afflicted by the hands of domestic abuse. I believe that we all have a responsibility to contribute our talent, skills, and our voices to ending this travesty. This societal demon will continue to raise its ugly head until we acknowledge it and refuse to allow it to thrive in our communities. 

I wrote He Beat Past My Skin, Redemption of a Broken Spirit because domestic abuse is still one of the best-kept secrets in many homes across America. It batters the body, and conquers the mind and soul. The deafening screams echo the sound of fear, silenced only by the sound of defeat. The deep wounds penetrate beyond the skin’s surface, and the overwhelming pain antagonizes one’s spirit for the rest of their lives. It devastates families and communities and weakens the essence of our cultures. We are the only ones who can stop the continuation of this covert operation. I want women to feel a sense of obligation to protect their sisters, daughters, mothers, friends, and neighbors from the violent hand of pain. We owe it to each other to shout it aloud without fear of embarrassment, humiliation, or retaliation.

Stand In My Truth

First, I must acknowledge that I am a hypocrite. Several women who read my book has asked me if the stories in this book are real and what prompted me to write He Beat Past My Skin, Redemption of a Broken Spirit. I replied that this is a fictional novel. None of these stories or characters is real. Well, today I stand in my own truth and admit that I am a two-time survivor of Military Sexual Trauma. That is the official term used by the Department of Defense and the Department of Veteran’s Affair to address the varied sexual offenses in the military. What it means to me is that two of my Non-Commissioned Officers sworn to lead, guide, train and protect me, instead used their power to rape me. For thirty years, I have buried those demons within me. Unfortunately, demons never die. They patiently lay in wait to haunt and control every aspect of your life. To survive them, you must acknowledge them. Their power is in the silence.

Three years ago, when I wrote He Beat Past My Skin, Redemption of a Broken Spirit I believed that I could silence my demons through the voices of these women. Their anxiety, pains, fears and anger, are my anxiety, pains, fears, and anger. I know how it feels to long for death, to fear the man who thinks he love you, to experience some level of fear for every man. I know how it feels to long for revenge upon those who hurt you, as well as those who failed to protect you. You believe it will restore your power and control. I know how it feels the fear relationships because you cannot trust, love, or even tolerate touch. I know the anxiety of being among a group of men, boardroom, formations, team meetings, etc., noting every sudden movement, twitch, cough, or scratch. Occasionally, I glance away from the vice, PowerPoint presentation, handouts, note cards, etc., which is used to distract me from the reality of my fear, to acknowledge the doorway, the only item that provides a sense of security in the room. No, their stories are not my stories, but their truths are my truths.

I have struggled for the past two years to finish Saga of My Scars, The Aftermath of Life’s Wounds (Coming Soon), because it forces me to wallow in the depths of my own fears, to feel the pain and anger and struggle to control the anxiety that appears with no warning. For the past year, I have had the privilege of working with a great therapist, and I have learned that I must confront the rape, fear, anxiety, and pain in order to regain control of my life. For as long as it remains a secret, it consciously and subconsciously controls every aspect of my being. I have spent many years studying psychology and learning ways to manage my life. However, with all that knowledge and information, what I failed to do was confront my own truth. What I have learned is that the power is in the secret.

A few months ago, I finally told the details of my rapes. It was the first time I thought about it in years and ever told it aloud, but I recited every detail as if it happened yesterday. Of course, the anxiety, fear, pain, and anger are sometimes overwhelming, but I am finally confronting them instead of hiding from it. I am ready to take back my power and control of my own life. I know that it will be a long and intense battle, but I am sure I will win.

October 2014 is Domestic Violence Month. I encourage you all to support those who still struggle to free themselves from the bondage of abuse. Allow them to reveal their secret without fear of judgment, ridicule, or shame, and with the hope of support from a kind friend who cares. The power is in the secret, the fear is in the shame. Give them the gift of this book He Beat Past My Skin, Redemption of a Broken Spirit. It may encourage them confront their own truths and give them the courage to seek help. I know how hard that can be.

My favorite comment posted about this book on Amazon.com was anonymously written: My Life, “This was an excellent book. I actually highlighted several things to follow by. I listened to the song me. My favorite character was Toni. She was able to heal. Thanks.” It gives me hope.     

Matthew 7:2 & 5 King James Version
For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.
Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye.