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Me Versus Me
(To remain anonymous I have used a fake name) I am neither, but I am both. I am one, yet also another. Becca became dominant during the abuse, she protected me. With her began the pretense that...
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Imprisoned memories
Locked in a padded room bouncing off the sides looking for their exit, desperate to escape They make their impression before trampolining away. And though the mark fades it always leaves a trace...
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Self indulgent moan.
Well, I am supposed to be processing my therapy session I had last week. My boys are busy playing with their Aunt, but I’m struggling to relax enough. I managed to get started this morning in Church,...
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PTSD sucks
I am so angry right now. This morning, yesterday too, I felt ok, calm, grounded. As I drove to work this morning, I realised how good it felt to be in the “here and now” I was, I was present and it was...
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My abuser and injustice.
I think this has been brewing for a while. I’ve been having a lot of violent nightmares and I can’t place them, I’m having body memories, but cannot relate them to a particular memory. Last week I was...
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