Scum.

My abuser requested me on Facebook a while back and I’m disgusted. My anxiety was super high after I saw the request come through. The audacity. How disgusting. You sick, twisted, individual. What makes you think I’d ever want anything to do with you ever again?? Let alone want you back in my life. You took my innocence away. I would be happier knowing you were dead. I don’t care how that makes me look. That’s how I feel inside. Your presence in this world sickens me.

It put me on the verge of a panic attack for weeks after. My mind spiraling in circles, flashing back to those dark times. I just wanted to sleep until waking felt like sleeping and sleeping felt like waking.

You are the scum of this earth, less than useless. I hope you know that.



Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, PTSD, Rape, Self Esteem, Sexual Abuse, Writing

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