walksthrufire
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And Yesterday when it was two years to the day I got that awful phone call and awful seeming hiss from a room filled with laughter "You're not gonna get gang raped on the full moon..." and with it being just two days more now until it has been two years from the day that person on the phone carried out that awful act I will stand tall. With the things I've had to do on my path to recovery (?) or more over on the great adventure of loving myself again. And have I had to push people out as I go about this? Did I watch people turn their backs on me? Did I throw my head back streaming tears eyes on God alone in my disappointment from the betrayal I felt happening? I also experienced one of the most lovely lingering hugs. And so, as time passes, days approach, I let those reminders be to love myself. My trauma is not who I am. My PTSD diagnosis is still not what defines me. And I can love myself.
