Some of you have noticed I was absent in my posts for several days.
I was out of town with family. For survivors, vacations can be just as nerve racking as they are refreshing. Some survivors cannot even take vacations outside of their homes.
My trip was wonderful, it's being back home that has been hard. I learned things about myself and those around me and today I just need to let it out.
Since being home I've not really rested. My body has been a wreck. This
is not typical jet lag. It's more than adjusting to time zones and
I can't stay awake. I also can't stay asleep. I'm exhausted. Nightmares
chase me relentlessly. I can feel flashbacks coming on. I jolt awake
time and again at night. I have to keep moving or I doze off during the
day. My jaw is sore from grinding teeth. My heart skips beats in the
night. My sense of smell has been heightened. My sense of taste seems gone. Body memories are being
I am feeling small and just see storm clouds of impending doom.
I'm so sad.
I want to reach out and help. I want to be available but, I can't.
It was so important to paint me as an enemy. I could've helped... But,
now I can't. My heart aches for her, the one who hurts like me. Why are
we keeping wrongs a secret?
Is today a day rapists have won?
So many people are pulling for me to get myself together.
Today, I'm just a mess.
Does not wisdom cry? and understanding put forth her voice?
Today, I understand so much as a survivor, more than I did as a victim. I am crying today.