I still hear this pitch-dark sneering inner voice. It’s not all-powerful anymore, but it’s still a constant companion. One day I will get rid of it, I swear!
Like a merry-go-round, my life turns and turns and turns. Always ending in the same old dark pit. I am tired of this fighting. I am tired of all these struggles. I am so tired. But I won’t give up. I have not come this far to just let it all go. But getting help seems to be worse than not getting help. There is this pitch-dark sneering voice telling me now I am doomed that I told people the truth. It will all go against me as it did when I was young. I didn’t tell. I never did, but the bad thing they warned me off happened anyway.
How can you get out if that?!
Please stay safe, stay kind and remember: There is help out there:
Ireland: One in Four
Canada: Supporting Survivors
South Africa: Shukumisa