Echoes in the Attic: The Unseen Scars
- Gods Biscuits Official
- Aug 27
- 12 min read
Do you ever wonder how the foundations of your childhood – seemingly so solid, so absolute – can crack and crumble, leaving you searching for truth in the rubble of what you thought you knew to be real?
Can you reconcile the struggle of having an abortion with the pursuit of faith?
And what does it truly feel like to try and shake a demon that has been on your back your entire life?
These are questions that have echoed in the quiet corners of my mind, sometimes a whisper, other times a deafening roar. They are questions that have been answered, not with simple affirmations, but with the messy, beautiful, and often painful tapestry of a life lived, a life of profound hurt and undeniable grace.
My name is Tamara, but most people call me Tammy. People tell me I have a bubbly personality, that I’m funny – and I’d have to agree, lol – and I genuinely love to make people smile. It’s a stark contrast, perhaps, to the landscape of my earliest memories, which, even now, are stained with the indelible hue of pain.
