I won’t always be talking about pleasant things. In fact,
much of what I have to say is related to something horrible that happened to me
when I was eleven. I was sexually abused.
For a long time the abuse shaped my life, my world,
everything. But now I’m finally starting take the power back. Power I thought
I’d lost but was within me the whole time, waiting to be rediscovered.
What happened to me has changed me, in some ways for the
better and in others for worse (and I’m sure there are yet more ways it has
changed me that I have yet to uncover). However, I have begun to understand
that the abuse doesn’t define me. It’s a part of me now – it can’t be undone –
and it always will be. But it’s only one piece of a much larger and complex
puzzle.
Slowly but surely I have been moving forward in my healing
journey. Every day I get closer to mending the cracked mirror that reflects my
image back at me within my mind. Every day the distorting fog lifts a little
more. Light is coming back into my life, and though some darkness lingers, it
is no longer a giant hulking monster looming over. I’m continuing to work
through the shadows of my past.
I want to share this because I want anyone who has gone
through anything similar to know that you’re not alone, that you are never
alone. That you can make it. And that if you have the courage to try, anything
is possible.
