It starts off small and slow. I begin to feel anxious for no reason at all. I begin checking the time, counting down the hours. I begin to feel strung up so tight, like everything my snap and fall apart in the blink of an eye. I feel so restless. Everything is foggy. Everything is blurry and out of focus.
This is a real, raw, unedited letter. It comes from a place of intense emotion and pain.
Like most people, whilst cleaning I get lost in thought. Perhaps unlike most other people, however, one thought is always attached to another. My mind is comparable to a tangled ball of yarn. It's impossible for me to pull one thread loose without tugging out another one along with it.
Let's talk about something I'm all too familiar with, something I have experienced first hand.
Let's talk about Sexual abuse.