C'est La Vie
Saturday, March 21, 2020
Lily
Monday, July 3, 2017
Best friends
I went out to dinner with my mom tonight. We had a nice time and talked about a ton of important stuff. As we were getting ready to leave, one oh my oldest friends called me telling me he was having a bon fire and that I should come by. I said I might and then he added that my best friend from elementary school was coming too. We hadn't been close since back then and hadn't seen or heard from each other since high school ended over 5 years ago. But that was all I needed to know. I was going. I was excited. I was more than excited. Maybe because our friendship took place at a time in my life when I was still innocent, it was one of the very few things left in my memories that hadn't been tainted by someone or something. Its still pure. And she is one of two people from my past that I can think of off the top of my head that hasn't hurt me. And so I went tonight. And it was great. I want to hang out with get again. I want to be friends again. Because this made me so happy. She has always been surrounded by such a positive energy. Can friendships that drifted apart so long ago be revived?
Thursday, March 9, 2017
Victim VS Survivor
Everyone had a past, everyone has scars, everyone have stories that made them who they are. Some of us have baggage that will mean a life long struggle and some of us have learned to declutter our lives and leave that baggage behind.
Because I WAS a victim. For most of my life I was abused. In multiple ways by multiple people in multiple degrees. I didn't live through the worst case scenario but that doesn't make my past any less real. I felt what I felt, it was what it was and I'm at peace with the damage that was done. That's where you have failed. You claim I always play the victim yet I'm the one that identifies toxic behaviors and relationships and rids myself of them. I save myself from more damage. You wallow in it.
You beg the world for sympathy by putting on a false facade and parading around claiming to be strong and unscathed while putting others down. You find faults in others happiness. You try to maintain control out of fear. And the second someone calls you on your shit you try to break them. You are damaged, you are a victim, you have not yet become a survivor. Let it go.
Wednesday, February 8, 2017
Live With Meaning.
Beautiful things are happening, I feel them. My mind has begun to open and let the light in. The toxins have begun to wash away and I can breathe again. I can feel happy more than the pain and my mind is moving a mile a minute. I feel delicate and scared, this in between state is so very fragile. Tears are fighting their way out in the best way possible but I'm sleeping at night and that's a wonderful thing. I have a home, I have a love and both are far more than I expected to have so soon.
Wednesday, November 9, 2016
A Letter To Myself:
It's ok to be scared now. You have every reason to be. People are not kind, this world is not forgiving. However, you are strong and you are deserving and you will wait your turn. One day it will come and all the pain and agony will have been worth it. You'll be home, and you'll be happy, and no matter what else happens, that'll be enough.
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Friendly Shadows
Saturday, May 28, 2016
You Are Not What Happens To You.
Seven years ago, I had my first flashback. I admitted to myself that it wasn't me, that it wasn't normal. What happened was real, and it is not OK. I diagnosed myself with PTSD and I told someone. I told a friend.
Four years ago, I uncovered my suppressed memories. I faced them head on and reopened all my closed wounds. I turned to my boyfriend at the time who turned out to be an abuser in his own way. He put me back together only to tear me open several times over.
Two years ago, I got drunk at a college party. A friend of a friend promised to take care of me. By that, he meant wait till I can't say no and take what no other girl would give him. He didn't get so lucky. I saw the signs and ran.
Six months ago, I realized every romantic relationship I've had has been wrong in some way. I used to believe there were things I was supposed to do in a relationship. Even if I felt uncomfortable I would tell myself that it's fine, I would get used to it. Everyone else did, right? Wrong. I always told myself that I could do much better than them, but I didn't want to. I didn't know what better could be. No one told me about the things I couldn't see.