This is the first August in six years, where my mind has been in a “normal”state. The problem is, I can see how the last few years have robbed me of my dreams. How what he did change me, how I’ve had to fight for everything.
I sometimes just want to cry my eyes out, as I’m doing now. This August I can see that after thirty one years of pain, that I have endured. Every August I feel so sad at what happened, because it was in August 1985 when he did what he did.
Over the last few weeks, I have posted a positive post. Tonight I can’t find anything to post. My true struggles have been keeping up the front that I’m all ok. Tonight I’ve opened that door, the one I closed all those years ago.
Yes I’ve come a long way since I started this journey, but I’ve still got a long way to go.