And I can barely breathe. Words twisted in broken angles, emotions caught in webs I can’t undo. I try to free myself, but I fail miserably. And as a year passes, I’m still all wrong, and never right. So please forget that I was even here.
Sometimes when I lay awake at night, I think of what my heart looks like if someone were to cut me open. I wonder if he would try to break it. I wonder if he would sit down and intently watch me bleed. Probably not. He'd walk away before I took my last breath.
He was an ordinary guy who went looking for a dream after many years of waiting one day Is dream was realised He found his sweetheart and they married and had a son for twenty years or more he lived his dream Till one day his dream was taken away and he had to relive his life all over again but this guy I write about In truth Is really me
And ordinary guy who went looking for a dream he found It twenty years he lived the till the dream was taken away
it has been over two years and i am proud of my growth. my main focus this year is to finish my grieving so that i may continue my life in an efficient manner. the process of grieving is commonly known as, but not limited to:
denial anger bargaining depression acceptance
my denial proces: many times the easiest way to get over trauma is to repress it. i was 15 when i was ra ped. legal age of consent is 16. he was 18. i was naive, and could not imagine the man i loved doing that to me. i believed that it was an accident and neither of us knew what was right or wrong. I had assumed that because i had previously given him my body, he was able to ignore my pleads to stop this time. i blamed myself more than i blamed him, and he blamed me. i had been so infatuated with him that i had pushed away the people who cared most about me. when i told them about being ***** our bond was already so far gone that they could not feel anything more than pitty. i was terrified of losing him, so i convinced us both it was an accident. ra pe is no accident.
through denial became anger: i became genuinely angry for the first time in my life. i was angry at him for being somebody that i had trusted and loved. angry that i had let this happen to myself. angry that i had no strength nor respect to stand up for myself. if i had told him to stop one more time he would have. i understand now that i should not have had to say no more than once. i was angry because i let myself down, but I’m more angry that i could not blame him. being angry was the easiest part of grieving. it is okay to he angry.
bargaining is a toxic healing method: i became really good at bargaining with myself. after he was gone i had begun to understand my emotions, but i could not control them. my fear of more being taken from me fed my overcompensation. i began to give my body away, so that it could not be taken. it was an unhealthy coping mechanism. my body is not meant to be given nor taken.
depression hit hard: i began to reflect on all of the points in my life that had lead me to this one. i became close to restarting the grieving process. i spent a long portion of the depression stage in denial. then i was angry that i had backtracked to the beginning. i had more meaningless se x that i now regret more than anything. i saw how good his life had been going and how poorly mine was. it was obvious that i needed help.
acceptance: this entire passage was my process to acceptance. i reached out to my therapist. i made new friends. i stopped wallowing in self pity and i began to recover. i stopped begging to forget my flaws and began to forgive them.