The R Word
May 11, 2012 § 9 Comments
Rape.
It’s very difficult for me to say that word.
I was raped.
Even more difficult for me to say that sentence.
I was raped, stalked and abused for three years.
Impossible for me to utter that sentence.
That is, until recently.
I have been working very hard with my therapist, although this issue has not been the topic of conversation for a long time. It’s almost as if it permeates everything.
I have a new friend whom I recently told the story. My therapist has encouraged me to practice saying it, practice releasing the story, so maybe eventually, it will float away, not hold its power over me.
I’m trying. It was easier this time.
I was raped. That’s why life isn’t a birthday party.
Way to go Evie!!!
This makes me sad. I can’t imagine… But I’m happy that you seem to be in a better mind state and are healing.
Power through words.
Be strong. Be special.
please, please, dear, know you are not alone. I will assure you that. I will also assure you, that you are loved
I’m sorry, Evelyn. I hope it continues to get easier xxxxx
We all carry our burden and you seem to be on a good path to make it lighter, to find the silver lining on the clouds. all my very best wishes, Evelyn, so that the burden might get lighter and lighter and eventually turn into a blessing for you! hugs xxx
Trying not to sound sanctimonious, I applaud your bravery.
*hugs*
I know how some words can hold such power… You are stronger than you realize.
I am glad to call you my friend.