the truth didn’t break me when i finally spoke about it. it broke me when it happened.
i was raped.
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@survivingaftertrauma
the truth didn’t break me when i finally spoke about it. it broke me when it happened.
i was raped.
Of course you do end up healing, but you’re never the same again.
i survived it. but some days surviving still feels heavier than living.
sometimes i grieve the person i was before it happened.
i wish i felt safe inside my own mind.
i want to feel alive again.
why can‘t i be my own safe place?