MS is a tremendous resource for me. For a time, I was so full of rage toward the perp...for what he did to me at 13. Those feelings had been bottled up since Reagan was in the White House and I needed a safe outlet.
MS allows us to share truly awful experiences with other like-minded people who serve as training wheels or a learner's permit to recovery. We have ups and downs...some posts are relentlessly upbeat and others are funereal. We're all at different stages...and there's no accounting for what lies behind the words...that is, we see the words, but we never see the author. I take someone's good mood as indicative of the person's well-being. At least--I hope that's the case.
Would I have made progress without MS? Probably-but MS eases the shock of the next thought about my CSA--and that is worth its weight in gold right now.
"His voice rose under the black smoke before the burning wreckage of the island; and infected by that emotion, the other little boys began to shake and sob too. And in the middle of them....Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart…”. -----William Golding