I didn't fight then. I fight now.:furious:
And then the second rape happened. It was the day I almost became accomplice to his death. The day I admitted him to the psychiatric ward. The day I left home for good. The day I found out that I had been admitted to the college of my dreams. The day I died.
I don't understand, "The day I died.". Can you say more about that?
:wave:I am fighting now.:mad:
I am. But why?:no: I know that it's not for me. It's for the people who love me. :hug:If it were for me, I wouldn't be here. Maybe at one point I will learn how to forgive me and appreciate me and learn to fight for me. Not now though..
I will help hold up that banner for you in my heart. There is so much hope and a sense of a good future when you will be able to see yourself as those who love, see you.
You have already won a decisive battle in the struggle to live a life that feels like it is worth living. You are able to let the love that other people have for you in. The evidence that one of your decisive battles is won is the way you post here, the kindness and the practical concern for each person is an amazing victory. You see, if the feeling of not wanting to live penetrated through you, your compassion, empathy, and connections just would not be possible.
Please let the love of the people in your life warm you.