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Claudia Batiuk

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2020

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Adhesion to Transformation

Submitted to Contest #316

It took an enormous amount of experiences, struggles, and time for me to become the person I am. Every challenge carried its own lesson, every setback revealed a hidden strength, and every moment of doubt slowly shaped me into someone stronger, wiser, and more grounded. Looking back, I see that the journey was not just about reaching this version of myself, but about learning to honor the process, to embrace growth, and to trust that even the hardest seasons were guiding me here.The abuse of my mother, neglect of my father, loss of my careta...

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Recognizing the Truth

Submitted to Contest #315

The day I walked through the doors of the Log Cabin in Beverly Hills; My second chance on life began. The moment I stopped pretending that I could do it "ALONE". In submitting I was powerless and in surrendering I found my freedom. I had to admit that I was brutally broken and addicted to drugs and alcohol. I was obsessed with my crazy criminal boyfriend from South Los Angeles.No one could tell me to leave him. No one! I was so broken that I thought abuse to be a normal part in a relationship. He thought that abusing a female was normal beca...

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Flirtatious Confusion

Submitted to Contest #314

CW: Includes strong sexual themes. It was the hottest day of the year and a Tuesday. The announcer on the radio said that it was a sunny day without one cloud in the sky. I usually ran up Runyon Canyon in the morning but not this morning. It was way too hot on that Tuesday morning and way too early.Instead of running up Runyon, I read a book, took a shower and got ready for work. I was glad that I had to wear comfortable clothing for work. Our uniform consisted of a black t-shirt, thighs and clogs. My boss asked me to wear a white coat over ...

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Shalam

Submitted to Contest #313

CW: Themes of substance abuse and trauma. “Are you there, God? Can you hear me. It's me Claudia. Yea, I know I call you often, but I really need you this time. You never answer me. My mother is going crazy again. I really wish you would answer me. Please, please answer me." To my surprise, this time I heard God’s voice clearly. "The first time in my life," I thought, "I am able to hear God speak to me. Or was I not listening, prior to today." Maybe I was not ready or not willing to hear God speak prior to today. Is it possible? I am two year...

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Axela

Submitted to Contest #312

Early mornings are my favorite. I wake up, make coffee and walk my dog. Then I entertain myself with an Alexa conversation. It's so much fun. This began when I asked Siri how much zero divided by zero is as a sum. Siri's answer was priceless.The Axela morning was a very interesting morning. First I was not sure If I was awake or if I was dreaming because it all happened so clearly. While still sleeping I heard this voice.In my dream I heard a voice saying: “It is 4:00am Tuesday the 21rst of July.” I thought to myself: “Already Tuesday, I tho...

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No Promise

Submitted to Contest #311

My journey to self-reliance and healing was a brutal and painful battle, in the front lines. My armor was honesty and my most powerful weapon was willingness. I stood still were silence screamed in agony and fear took aim. However, I still rose. Each step forward earned me a scar. My breath was a rebellion against my enemy addiction who wanted me to be claimed by death.Now ten years later I no longer have to depend on anybody or anything. I stand strong. I won the battle and celebrated my independence time and time again. I celebrated for ot...

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The Becoming

Submitted to Contest #310

I often say "ABRACADABRA" because it means creating with words, he told me. "Its Aramaic and means I will create as I speak. You can write a new story, create a new life," his voice continues to echo in my memory. "You are the most loving person whom I have ever met,” he told me. “Control is not real, you can create with your word, pen to paper that is real.” He sat across from me and smiled. He was always smiling, so confident and calm. I just realized that he never provided his name to me. We have met for the last four months to convers ov...

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My Yearning is a Wistful Moment

Submitted to Contest #309

“The insanity,” I was walking fast and thinking even faster. I walked into the past through a door which emotional pain had locked a long time ago. Now, I swung that door wide open. I had this insane neighbor who had nothing better to do than focus on what was going on in my business. Oh, wow where is my mind going?My therapist kept asking me to breath. She said for me to walk her through my past experiences slowly. She said: "I want to learn how I can help you to heal your trauma."I am swerving between the present, the past and the future. ...

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Strawberry Moon

Submitted to Contest #308

Recovery, Magic, Mental -Health From an early age on, I was always interested in the mystical. Magic was and it still is the ultimate escape. It was in my late teenage years that I began studying Wicca. The craft was lots of fun, and the College was called Sacred Mists. I was a member of the Mists for ten years. Closer to the end of the ten years my addiction resurfaced, once more and I strayed off the spiritual path into the darkness of addiction. I did not return to studying Wicca, until many years later. It was one night in June of 2022...

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The Inescapable Phone Call

Submitted to Contest #306

“This is the last time that I am calling you and tell you to come home.” The voice of my mother is shrieking at me. “As usual,” I think, “she is on a good one and hysterical." I stay quiet and let her scream. It's easy now because she is thousands of miles away from Los Angeles.I am sitting in our Hollywood apartment on Franklin Avenue, on the couch. My four Swedish roommates and I stole the couch out of the lobby of a building on Hollywood Boulevard. I am smiling, about the couch and what my mother would scream about knowing that the couch ...

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A second of desperation

Submitted to Contest #305

“Boarding starts in 5 minutes.” The voice over the speaker sounded muffled. I am aggravated because I am still tired, well, I am hung over from the night prior. It is only six a clock in the morning. I am still in Austria, and I am waiting to board a plane to Los Angles. My friends are sitting right across from me. We made the decision to run away from home. Our Parents did not know that we planned on never coming back.The constant arguments with my abusive mother amongst other family and social factors have finally taken its toll. I am done...

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A second of desperation

Submitted to Contest #305

At the intersection, I could go right and head home — but turning left would take me... At the intersection, I could go right and head home - but turning left would take me to a place of no return. The tickets for the plane were in my right back pant pocket, my passport was in my handbag. It would take one second to make a different decision. Once second to choose going home over leaving a country, a continent, a so-called home. I think: "Whatever, goodbye to all the people who are not helping. I love this land, and I love the culture but t...

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Serenity, Acceptance, Courage and Wisdom

Submitted to Contest #303

Spencer and I sat at a coffee shop and had an intense discussion about people who feel like victims, God, recovery, experiences and choices.“You just do not understand I did not have a choice.” This sentence is used and abused, and people are not willing to take responsibility for their actions. My friend Spencer and I disagree with people who think that they are victims. We both worked on our recovery and we both are many years free from victimhood.“Enough already. I tell you that everybody has a choice.” Spencer loudly and excitedly exclai...

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Emotional Intelligence precedes Understanding

Submitted to Contest #302

TW: Contains themes of abuse and traumaI was once in a predicament. Years ago, I made the difficult decision to leave Austria and move to another continent. This decision was mostly but not entirely based on my abusive family and my insanely mentally, physically and sexually abusive mother. I know dear reader this is a concept which is difficult to grasp. Yet, this is a tiny part of the story of my past. Today I live in today only. I rarely look back. My mother, well the women who gave birth to my half siblings and me was a mentally defectiv...

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Uncovered and Discovered

Submitted to Contest #280

“I was wondering why you waited so long to tell me the truth. Why did you wait until now? Until I proposed to you?”“John, you did not listen to me in the first place. You never listened when I said that I have to tell you something about me and now it has come to this point."“Well had you been upfront from the beginning, on our first date then we would not this conversation right now.”“So, you mean to tell me that you would have still gone out with me if I had told you from the very beginning who I was?”“I am not saying that. I am not sur...

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