Little girl…

Little girl, I know your pain. I know you’re scared and that you feel so alone. I know that the creak of that door opening is your nightmare. I know that you fear being left with him. I know that it hurts. I know you will carry this with you for the rest of your life. The shame and the fear and the horrible memory of it. That it causes you to grieve the loss of your childhood. That it sends you into spirals of depression just when you thought you’d overcome it. That sometimes the flashbacks are so intense you think you are still that child, helpless and crying out to God.

Just know little girl, that it wasn’t your fault. It is not your shame to carry, no matter how much it hurts.

Categories: Anxiety, Depression, Grief, Mania, Mental Health, PTSD, Rape, Self Esteem, Sexual Abuse, Suicide

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