I don't talk much about my teen years; they were pretty awful.
Sometimes something will take me by surprise and I'm triggered again. Back in the bad place, in my head.
It's a very dark and hopeless place; but I don't have to relive it or make you go through it to share. I'm just back in a place with no hope, no justice, no joy. Surrounded by darkness and evil.
I "fall in" sometimes - not so much these days, as it has been over 20 years, but I still do on occasion. I did today.
The trick is climbing out again, and praying for those who did hurt me. Hate gives the devil a foothold, and I don't want to be a hater.
The last thing I would ever want, is to become what tortured me. So I work very hard on that, too.
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