Here we are even though we thought we wouldn’t make it
It makes my heart pound and my eyes’ water to remember how you have navigated through the hardship of life. I am writing this to you to let you know, you still are part of me. However, at times I hated you. Many times I would go to bed at night and wish to wake up different. It makes me content to realize I made peace with you, even though it took almost two decades.
My sincere apologies to a child who didn’t even know what was going on with her.
I am so sorry, for being impatient with you. For blaming you when you needed me the most. I see now what happened to you wasn’t your fault. I wish I could go back and tell grandma what uncle did to us. You were too scared and confused. Hey, we will heal that would together. By forgiving ourselves and the one who did violet our soul. Not that he deserves, but we do, and we deserve to be happy.
Conclusion…
Being a victim of sexually abused is damaging. Most of the victims like myself suffer in silence and hating themselves for the rest of their lives. Searching answer for a WHY, there is no answer for that. I was 7 years old when it happened to me. It has been hunting me throughout my life and ruining my chance of happiness. It made me hard to trust everyone. Now I am letting go of that pain and hurt and shame I carried over 22 years.