Some days it doesn’t even cross my mind. Other days it hits me like a freight train and I am paralyzed by the flashbacks. Life after can be a challenge. It can also be a grateful time. And it is different for every survivor. I was blessed to have a very caring family that gave me space and choice on how and when I was going to heal. I was given places to live and protection from my abuser. Not every survivor has this. That is one reason why I am grateful for my life now.
I still think about the other girls who didn’t get away and died. The ones that will never get away or will die trying. I wish I could tell all of them how much they are worthy of safe love and protection. I wish I could dry all their tears and bandage all the wounds. I wish I could save them all. I wish.
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