So, I ended up in theraphy talking with the "she" in this blog. It went well, but not how I thought it would. More theraphy sessions to come with the two of us, or atleast more "talks".
Oh, goody!!!
I have been thinking alot about my life in the past. About the abuse, the depression, the sucide, and I wonder why? I have thought why didn't the 2nd abuser didn't just rape me? He questioned me about it, but why not go through with it? Why just leave it hanging? I have thought why didn't I cut my wrist deeper to just end my life in high school. Why didn't I take more pills when I tried to die that way? I have shared things in theraphy that I have never told another living person, not even my mom. Some, I am not proud of. I have been in theraphy off and on since I was 8, and yet this is the first time I have openly shared my deepest darkest secrets, and still been OK. My therapist still accepts me for me, and she sees beyond my mistakes.
We are so glad that it is summer break. It seemed that we were really
looking forward to it this year. Both girls had a good year at Freedom
Prep. Ol...
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