Hi friends! I want to express my gratitude for joining my platform.


I'm Branon Dempsey, and I have endured various forms of abuse from the age of 6 to 17. My goal is to support fellow survivors in their healing journey from past traumas. This mission is deeply personal to me as I am also in the process of healing. Building a community where we can support and motivate each other is important. It reminds us that we are not alone and fosters a sense of belonging and security.


Recently, I completed my autobiography named "Facing The Shadows," which recounts my survival of childhood sexual abuse. I am still on the path to recovery and working on another book. This upcoming book will not only share parts of my story but also provide a structured guide for survivors to find inspiration and tools for their own healing journey.


Where It Started


My family went through a divorce when I was five years old, with my father leaving us and my siblings following suit soon after. During this confusing time, I encountered numerous individuals in our neighborhood who took advantage of me physically and sexually. The situation only worsened when my father remarried and my stepbrother, who turned out to be my main abuser and troublemaker, joined our family. I turned to God for help at the age of nine, but the pain and trauma persisted. I faced battles of abandonment, manipulation, control, suicide attempts, substance abuse, and sexual abuse within my family and close circle of friends.


By the time I reached college, I had separated myself from those dangerous relationships. But then I carried treated trauma with me, which seemed to bring worse ramifications of trauma than the initial event itself. I came from a musical family. I have been a music and in the industry all my life. During my last years of college, I found myself to music in the church for the next 25 years. I thought that by developing my skills and serving God and people, the pain would fade away, but it just had an adverse effect. The reason is that I kept burying my pain, not only in my service to God but in my work, family, relationships, and friends. I lived a lie all my life, believing that I could forget my childhood pain as long as I could try to ignore it and act like it never happened.


After a while, I came to understand that I was constantly struggling with myself, waking up each day feeling defeated before even starting the fight. It became so overwhelming that I contemplated ending my life multiple times, leading to a few years consumed by depression. This constant inner battle took a heavy toll on me, emotionally and physically, from the pain, distress, and sadness I was enduring until I reached a breaking point. It was then that I acknowledged the need to break free from this cycle, but I felt trapped in my suffering, unsure of how to escape.


Beginning to Heal



By starting therapy, I began to confront the deep pain within me, particularly from my childhood. With the help of skilled therapists and resources, I slowly began to face and heal from the trauma that was affecting me so deeply. I not only discovered my true self and moved past my past struggles, but I also was finally able to express and release the pain that had been inside me for so long. There were moments during therapy when I found myself breaking down and crying for hours, overwhelmed by the emotional weight of 11 years of suffering. This experience helped me to understand the importance of confronting and dealing with inner pain in order to heal and move forward.


Even now, I constantly reflect on the painful events that have occurred. It's a common misconception that time will make trauma disappear, but in reality, burying and denying your pain only pushes it deeper. Trauma doesn't just fade away on its own, especially without proper treatment. I've realized that memories are like a camera in your mind, capturing everything that has happened.


The lasting impact of traumatic memories can be a difficult hurdle for many people to overcome. Revisiting painful images and memories can be incredibly challenging, as they are often ugly and difficult to face. The pain seems to always linger beneath the surface, waiting to resurface when least expected. It can feel overwhelming when the trauma finally demands to be dealt with, resembling a volcanic eruption. This was my own experience when confronting my trauma.

Triggered Trauma

My Path Today


Every day I work on my trauma, facing ups and downs. I've realized the importance of expressing my feelings, talking, staying connected to my mind, and moving forward. I invite you to join me on this journey, where we can support each other through dialogue. I'll be sharing my thoughts and updates on my book, "Facing The Shadows," here on my Substack. Thank you for being a part of this conversation and journey with me.


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If you've ever been/felt silenced by a parent who prioritized their image over your well-being. You’re not alone. They likely made you believe that expressing your feelings was wrong and that your pain was a burden. It’s heartbreaking to think that your voice, needs, and emotions might have been seen as sources of discomfort for them. Personally, I was told that my emotions and my needs were inconvenient. For survivors of abuse—whether physical, emotional, or spiritual—the silence imposed on you wasn’t just intolerable; it was subtle or forced that posed serious doubts, lies, and risks that threw you into survival mode. Not to mention, how this affects your emotional safety into adulthood. You may have been conditioned to hide your truth, to downplay your hurt, and to doubt your own feelings. Many were taught not to trust their instincts, to hold back their tears, to suppress their needs, and ultimately, to deny their very essence. what I’ve learned is that bearing the pain does not make the feelings and memories go away. All they do is further complicate them when you try to unearth the past. Silence doesn’t simply vanish with childhood; it lingers, shaping who you are. Can you relate to any of this? Do you find yourself shrinking in spaces that should feel safe? Do you apologize frequently, even when you’re in the right? Do you grapple with the feeling that your presence might be too overwhelming, or perhaps never enough? If this resonates, Then your silence was on purpose, but you are not alone in this fight. My Story (And Maybe Yours Too) I understand the burden of walking on eggshells, the overwhelming need to stay small in order to keep the peace. I learned early on that speaking out could lead to backlash, and honesty often resulted in punishment. So, I plunged everything deep within—my fear, my anger, and even my joy. It took me years to come to terms with the reality that silence wasn’t a form of protection; it was a way to suppress my true self. The toll it took was my ability to express my voice. To tell my story. Perhaps you relate. Your experiences may differ, but the feelings often echo the same. That heavy tension, the constant second-guessing, and the deep ache of feeling unheard are all too real. Here’s the heartfelt truth: That silence didn’t just take your voice away; it shaped your perception of yourself. It instilled doubt about your reality, encouraged you to push aside your feelings, and made you erase your story before anyone had the chance to challenge it. but the real answer is that no one can take your story away. The pain belongs to you. The betrayal, the heartache and the disgust. But this doesn’t mean this is your forever existence. in fact, this is your breakthrough to reclaim your story and who you really are. And not who they said you were, but who healing says you are. So what if you could begin to reclaim your narrative? What if the journey of healing begins not with trying to fix everything at once but with sharing one small truth at a time? What if the most courageous step you could take was to stop hiding the story that others wished you would forget? Let’s Take a Moment to Reflect: - When was the first time you felt you had to stay quiet? - Which parts of your story still feel “off-limits” to voice? - How would your life change if you allowed yourself to be fully seen? - Even by just one safe person? You deserve to be heard. Even if your voice quivers in the process. Even if it takes time and courage. Even if not everyone believes or understands your experiences. You are not too much, and you were never not enough. Your voice has never been the issue. It is, in fact, vital to your healing process. Your truth matters more than you might realize. It’s how you take back your life, and it truly does make a difference. You didn’t make up the silence. Neither the emptiness you felt. You didn’t imagine the pain. And your longing to be known is not being over-sensitive — it’s a sign that the deepest part of you is still alive. Conclusion: Your silence may not have mattered to them, but it certainly matters to you. They may have ignored your pain, denied your truth, or dismissed your tears, but that does not diminish the significance of your story. It absolutely matters. Every moment you survived. Every feeling you buried. Every truth you're just beginning to voice— It all holds weight. They may have tried to silence you, but healing is about reclaiming your voice. It’s about embracing the story you were denied the chance to tell. Your voice is powerful. Your story carries immense weight. And even if they chose not to listen, you can—and that is what transforms everything. So what if you stopped hiding the story they told you to forget?
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