I've been trying to write. Trying to think. Trying to process. Trying to feel.
Nothing.
It's like a tornado of thoughts and feelings ripping through my mind, nothing constant.
Not one stable thought.
At times, the tornando stops and my head is empty. Still, not a stable thought.
The dreams... those, those won't go away.
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Sexually Abused by my father. Raped as a young adult.
6 comments:
Hi Survivor,
I think what you posted today is alot, it may not seem like it to you, I feel you telling us about the tornado! Hang in and do not be so hard on yourself!!
Thanks Holly.
Hi Survivor,
I agree with Holly, you have done a lot by posting when in the middle of the tornado.
You have kept on doing what you set yourself to do, to comunicate to let things out. The less defined they are the more difficult it is, but you are doing it.
Hi survivor! Thanks for the kind words on my blog. I found your blog a month or two ago. Did you know that I link to you on the Survivors' Voices page? Hopefully that is okay. Let me know if you want me to change it. I just thought a lot of survivors could benefit from your blog. It is so honest and real, which is awesome.
have you been triggered by soemthing maybe ?
some fucker hacked into my blog and changed my shit.
i am SOOOOO fucking PISSED
as far as the tornado feeling goes, don't worry because im right there with you... i cant believe how pissed i am right now.
fucking mother fuckers
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