On my 8-9(?) birthday I was raped and sodomized by two men upstairs at my dad’s house. I don’t remember much except their sweat dripping on me, pain, screaming into my own throat and heavy breathing.
My Dad forgot it was my bday and was already throwing a party, everyone was drunk.
By the time I got back downstairs they had eaten my cake.
I’m sorry, but your positivity and light seeking advice doesn’t apply to me. I appreciate you trying, but I have shadows to navigate and the light you shine in my face is blinding and confusing me worse than the darkness. It would take actual effort to hold out your hand and be with me, and nobody does that shit.
It's like the oh what doesn't kill you makes you stronger bullshit. News flash people some things are worse than dying. So sorry you know the unknowable ,that's what i call it because no one will ever know what it's like except those of us who have faced true evil..Your a survivor be proud of that.
