I’ve realised over the last few weeks that I’ve struggled with some strong feelings. It’s five years since two conversations about abuse in the Catholic Church had triggered something in my head. Then the community I was a member of forced me into a situation where I could have come face to face with it.
I had tried to get out of this mission. It was to a secondary school. Even though I did I felt more pressure and stress. Also being the only driver on the team didn’t help. Now I feel resentment at the way it was handled.
For the first time in my life I feel, that I’m the only one who can change my destiny. I’m proud of the progress I’m making. Proud that I survived. And proud to say I’m almost a thriver.
Five years of confusion
Five years of pain
Five years asking why me
Five years of surviving
Five years of healing
Here’s to five years of thriving.