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ForsakenDial
Student
- Aug 20, 2021
- 178
I hid in my home, and haven't left the house in three years unless I had to or were forced to. The goal was to escape the cause of my pain. I was groomed, groped, bullied relentlessly in both work and school. If I isolated myself I thought I could escape some of this pain.
But everyday the memories of the past drown out my thoughts. It takes precedent over the now and the future. Even if I escape physically, my mind will involuntarily drag me back to those moments to relive them all over again. Through dreams, through the fear that I know I will be attacked again when I'm forced to socialize again.
I'm constantly reliving my trauma in my thoughts. I'm still there and no matter what I do I still feel like being attacked even when I'm alone in my room.
What was the point of trying to live if I'm already destroyed? What was the point in finally escaping just to go through it all over again, again, and again? It doesn't happen once. There is the first physical incident and then going through it a thousand times over in the mind. Replaying, and replaying.
The people I trusted lied to me to get me to open up. When I opened up they eventually turned and used my trauma against me. One of their lies were it was the past. That I'm a survivor. How do you survive a war that will go on for the rest of your life? How do you survive an eternal storm if you can never leave the boat in an endlessly sea? There is no escape. I'll never be free.
But everyday the memories of the past drown out my thoughts. It takes precedent over the now and the future. Even if I escape physically, my mind will involuntarily drag me back to those moments to relive them all over again. Through dreams, through the fear that I know I will be attacked again when I'm forced to socialize again.
I'm constantly reliving my trauma in my thoughts. I'm still there and no matter what I do I still feel like being attacked even when I'm alone in my room.
What was the point of trying to live if I'm already destroyed? What was the point in finally escaping just to go through it all over again, again, and again? It doesn't happen once. There is the first physical incident and then going through it a thousand times over in the mind. Replaying, and replaying.
The people I trusted lied to me to get me to open up. When I opened up they eventually turned and used my trauma against me. One of their lies were it was the past. That I'm a survivor. How do you survive a war that will go on for the rest of your life? How do you survive an eternal storm if you can never leave the boat in an endlessly sea? There is no escape. I'll never be free.