I just found a
journal from this time last year. Talk about the worst mistake I
could have done. I wrote a VERY detailed page about my sexual
abuse. I can say one thing, I'm not sleeping tonight. Not
sleeping without the reoccuring nightmares that I get. I
haven't had that nightmare in a while. Thearpy has been going
good. Going good untill all the memories came back. No one is
even going to read this because it isn't beautiful. It has no
color. Nothing is bolded. There's nothing special about this
quote. Just me crying. Crying out for some help, someone to
listen, someone to show they care, or even someone to just
believe me, but yeah, I'm used to being ignored. I'll
make it through tonight. Just like I have been the past 10 years
of my life. Alone.