In 6 days from now on the 27th, its going to the be the 3 year anniversary of the day I got brutally raped in a reserve.
3 years is a long time and a lot of things go by, but not once in these last 3 years has it slipped my mind. I think about it everyday, and I dream about it every night to the point that I wake up crying all the time. From what Ive read online and from the people Ive spoken to Ive realized that this is a part of me that I just have to live with, it wont go away ever.
The part that s**** most is that no one’s got a clue what I went through and no matter how much detail I explain it in, no ones ever going to understand. My sister thinks I should be over it after 3 years, but she probably couldn’t take 3 days in my shoes. And my boyfriend is over trying to comfort me because it happens too often.
The day is approaching so quickly and I just want to run and hide from it, but I cant. I’m under so much stress I’m actually loosing large chunks of hair.
Why me? You could of picked anyone.