Living Nightmares

I used to wake up in the morning to a full-blown panic attack.  I would have this nightmare that I’d wake up to find my father standing over my bed.  He’d reach down and put his hand over my mouth and against my nose so that I couldn’t breathe. I’d fight, and kick, and try … Continue reading Living Nightmares

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Painful Secrets of Abuse

Sometimes I think the most painful part of abuse is the secrets that it forces.  It's not even about shame.  Not really.  I'm not ashamed of what was done to me.  But I hold it as secret because society dictates that these are not things we talk about. People ask how I am and I … Continue reading Painful Secrets of Abuse