This is me. This is the face hiding behind these long, emotional posts.
This is me. A 26 year old who has had enough trauma for an entire fucking life time.
This is me. The woman who holds her own and amazes herself by reaching the end of the day, a little easier every time.
This is me. The woman who decided that she wasn’t fucking scared anymore and actually had a date last night, travelling right through where ‘he’ lives. A few minutes between us. I felt sick, but not scared.
This is me. The woman writing this while on a night shift, no one around me knows how weak I’ve been guilty of being, but also how fucking strong I have also been. Its not something I should feel that I need to hide.
Yes. I was raped. I was the victim of partner rape. He hurt me beyond belief and it is an ongoing process – recovery. But I’m not scared now and furthermore; I’m safe.
Its incredible how once you look inside properly and address the hurt and the wrong doing of someone you loved, the only option left is to showcase how you are the good party. That no matter how much a coward tries to break you down or falsely facts; it is me and only me that can strive to be better and to get better. He isn’t even human.
So, this is me. Strong. I may not look it and I sure as hell don’t feel if. But I’m still here and still trying.
Pretty fucking strong if you ask me.