• Hell Or High Water

    I hate that every movie I’ve watched lately has had some joke about rape that upon watching instantly puts my mind into coma. Actually, I just hate that for the most part society finds it as something to joke about. Just hearing the word stuns me. I blank. My body is there, but my mind isn’t. It’s gone. Just like that night. My body was there, but my mind was somewhere else. Anywhere else…

    Now that I don’t have school to distract me, all I’m left with are my thoughts. I’m going crazy. Too much time in my head. All I hear is his voice. And his hands…goddamn his hands. I never stood a chance. 

    Dec
    21
    2010
  • Dec
    21
    2010
  • Woe Is Me

    So I was doing some after semester apartment cleaning today and what did I come across? The name and phone number of my attacker from when I initially found out. I’ve managed to forget his name until I came across it on a piece of paper. In a fit of fear and panic I threw it away, but I feel like the universe is collapsing in on me. I’m all shaken up. Rattle me this.

    Dec
    18
    2010
  • Horizons

    I stopped going to therapy. And, well, the semester is over and it isn’t free until the Spring session starts so that gives me six weeks of nothingness, which, I think, I need. I’ve made some big realizations in my sessions and I’m working through them and I’m really proud of my progress. I feel like whenever I post on here it’s when I’m upset or having flashbacks so looking at this blog makes it seem like I’m like that constantly struggling, but overall, I’ve been able to force forward just fine. I have some of the world’s most genuine people in my life who love and support me and I could not be more thankful for them.

    I want to share a two things I wrote after the initial incident. Looking back on them I can clearly see the pain and anger in the lines, and I’m sad that after writing these I haven’t been writing much since. In some small sad way for a while I felt like that was taken from me, but I’m getting it back. I’m getting me back. 

    *Even after this monstrosity
    I still have my dignity
    And although I’ve lost hope in humanity
    Payback’s a bitch
    I’ll have you begging for mercy
    From a god you know does not exist
    And I insist
    To make you feel this ten fold of what I did  

    *I don’t even know the name of my attacker
    I don’t even remember his face
    I couldn’t really tell you what even happened
    All I know is I feel like such a disgrace 

    Dec
    11
    2010
  • Nov
    30
    2010

  • (Source: bitteranddead)

    Nov
    30
    2010
  • Therapy, you might say, became a kind of release valve for my life; it gave me a place to say the things I could say nowhere else, express the feelings that would be laughed at or frowned upon in the outside world — and in so doing helped to alleviate the insistent pressure of my darker thoughts. It buffered me as well as prodded me forward; above all, it provided a space for interior examination, an education in disillusioned realism that existed nowhere else on this cacophonous, frantic planet.

    - My Life in Therapy - NYTimes.com (via therapistsaid) (via wtffeelings) (via bygraceandfaith) (via tastetheworld2) (via differentvoicecommunity)
    Nov
    30
    2010
  • Breathe

    Victim: an unfortunate person who suffers from some adverse circumstance

    Survivor: a person who continues to function or prosper in spite of opposition, hardship, or setbacks

    I am a rape survivor, not a victim.

    Nov
    30
    2010
  • Fight. Flight. Freeze.

    screamingishealthy:

    When someone gets scared, they either fight (defend themselves), flight (run), or freeze (go limp). You are automatically programmed to do one of these things for each traumatic event. Sexual assault, rape, fights, mugging, etc. You are unable to do ANY OTHER THING. You are physically not able to fight if your brain isn’t programmed that way. Which proves once more, even if you didn’t fight. It isn’t your fault.

    Nov
    29
    2010
  • Nov
    27
    2010
  • The Entire City Was Silent

    Your hands are cold around my neck
    My breath is shaking, I’m scared of what’s next
    I just want it to be over
    To not feel your breath upon my shoulders
    To find an exit and leave
    To run towards it at godspeed
    And seek safety
    …I still haven’t found safety

    Nov
    27
    2010
  • Cover Your Eyes

    I said no, I said no, I said no…

    It scares me to think that I had absolutely no control. 
    That my legs were held apart and all I could do was cry.

    I wish these flashbacks would stop. 

    Nov
    17
    2010
  • Fight Off Your Demons

    Another counseling session today…

    I guess it’s going well. It’s just hard. I haven’t cried about it in a long time. Every day is a fight, but some days I just get tired of fighting. I’m so tired of fighting. I just want to not feel so alone. 

    I wish this never fucking happened. 

    Nov
    10
    2010
  • Nov
    03
    2010
  • Composure

    My first session went really well, it was kind of overwhelming to start, but it feels good to be talking about it more openly. The only thing that scares me is that when I’m in that small box of a room and all my feelings are out in the open, I feel oddly safe, knowing that what’s in my head is splayed out across the walls of that room and in the atmosphere. The second I step outside I feel like I have to put everything back in a box and compartmentalize it and get back on board with “the real world”, which doesn’t stop for anyone. I’m slow to pick up the pace again. 

    Oct
    29
    2010
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Visions

We all carry these things inside that no one else can see. They hold us down like anchors. They drown us out at sea.

I was raped a week before my 19th birthday. This is my struggle to swim and break the surface. I'm letting go of my anchors so I can be free.

I am free.

This blog is dedicated to my recovery. In hopes to help myself, and someday help others.
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