Today is such a day for me.The battle that I have been waging with the demons that my abusers planted in me, and let flower for so long, is wearing me down. Here I am, the one who wants to serve as the beacon of hope amidst the hell hole we know as child sexual abuse, faltering. Finding it hard to take another breath without searing pain in my chest. This road to healing is so hard and so long. Please know that faltering is part of the package. And I do, only what I can and that is to go…
This is exactly why I'm terrified to open up to people. What if they don't care about me as much as I thought they did? This happened to me with a friend, actually a "best friend" =P anyway, once I get a boyfriend and we get serious or whatever he's going to HAVE to show me exactly how much he cares about me before I feel confident enough to open up to him
And today I realized that I am the biggest hypocrite of them all. I tell everyone to keep holding on, that there is light at the end. That everything gets better as long as you continue to wait. I always tell people to have hope. That they need to keep trying because it is too early to give up, that they have so much to live for. Then there is me, and I am barely holding on.
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