Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Here's my secret:
I was abused. I was raped. I was hit.
He tried to take my life.
I cried every day for two years.
I live every day in fear of seeing this man again.
I can't even sleep because there he is, haunting my dreams.
I only let people think that my anti-depressant drugs are working.
That sweet little blonde girl you see laughing all over campus?
That's me.
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3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I hope so much that you have someone you can talk to about what you've been through. Even if you don't, you've got someone who's praying for and thinking of you.

March 25, 2008 at 3:08 PM
Anonymous said...

I feel your pain. I was raped too. Typing that seems strange to me. I haven't told anyone because I don't want to be "that girl who was raped."

March 25, 2008 at 5:12 PM
Anonymous said...

"that girl who was raped" seemed to be reason enough for me to repress what actually happened for over a year.

My excuse was that I didn't tell him 'no.' I just didn't say anything at all.

He was my friend, too.

You're not alone. I hope you can find happiness.

March 25, 2008 at 11:08 PM

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