Wellbeing with Lisa

23/05/2026

23/05/2026

I was s*xually abused by 2 priest.
I was 7 years old, when I was invited to become an altar boy at the church. That was the beginning of my ordeal. Every week, I was r***d by the church’s 2 priests. I was subjected to verbal and physical abuse; I was humiliated because I didn’t do what they wanted. I was humiliated because I did what they wanted. They called me a pig. The violence was so severe, that I suffered from traumatic amnesia. It wasn’t until I was 49, that I emerged from the amnesia during a hypnosis session intended to reduce my alcohol consumption. I used to drink without knowing why. Today, I understand. I haven’t had a single drop of alcohol since August 11, 2023. The r@ped continued for 5 years. They only stopped because someone spoke up. The church decided to transfer the priest to another parish. Under hypnosis, I remembered everything—the pain, the smells, the tastes. I thought I was going to die as I remembered it all. At the time, I couldn’t bring myself to tell my parents. Talking about s*x was taboo. And the priests had told me that my parents would be expelled from France, if I spoke up. I was 7 years old; I was afraid they would hurt my parents. I was ashamed.
I grew up, and I started drinking heavily at age 17. I preferred to be with female friends. I was subconsciously afraid of men. Around age 19, I attempted su***de. No one ever understood why. Today, I’ve managed to understand many of the choices I’ve made in my life. I was lucky to have the wonderful support of my 2 therapists and my friends, and my wife. Goreti Corga and Laura Pimpão showed me that I had the strength within me to rebuild myself. They gave me the tools. It was nearly 1,000 days of therapy with weekly sessions. Sometimes very intense hypnosis sessions. But with the most beautiful of gifts: I was able to hold little Philippe in my arms, and kiss him. It’s not easy to discover that you were r@ped when you’re 49 years old. A life built on violent foundations. But I managed to rebuild myself. To mark the end of my therapy, I got a tattoo that represents the beauty of therapy. It doesn’t represent the trauma. Stay strong. Write. Talk. You have the right to be happy.

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Child abusers, please stop and seek therapy and God.
Parents, talk with and believe your children. ❤️
Survivors, seek therapy. 💪🏽
(To share your story of abuse, message me)
www.TellSomebodyToday.com

14/05/2026

𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗌...

𝖦𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝖽. 𝖣𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖡𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾. 𝖣𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.

Stop comparing your pace... your journey is yours alone.

Small actions rebuild strength. Quiet effort turns into momentum.

You don’t need to have it all figured out... just keep showing up.

Because one day, you’ll look back and realize…
you didn’t just survive... you slowly became someone stronger, calmer, and unbreakable. 🧘🏻‍♂️🕊

12/05/2026

In Memory of all those who left us too soon.
We remember you in the morning,
In the night,
When we look at the stars,
A song , a place , a smell ..
You are always with us ..

Unknown ✨

Artist Credit : Nakata Illustrations

12/05/2026

THAT PART 👏🏻

05/05/2026

Let’s take a walk!✌️❤️✨