Thanks again everyone. Maybe I can write a poem. My T had me write my story out in more detail and she thinks I should try to get it published. I would have to do that anonymously as my family doesn't know about the perps and I don't want them to know. They know about the stuff at home and that's bad enough. I thought writing it would help too but I can't figure out if it has. So it is like some weird journey. Really, I just wish all of it would go away and I could be normal whatever that is, but realistically I know it won't, can't go away. At least here people get that.
�We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark. The real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.� - Plato