It is truly unfortunate the horrors that you have faced, and takes a rare strength to fight for the truth rather then surrender to the pain. The detachment is a power and cure with its own pros and cons, but I both hope and believe that one day you, and the many more of us, will no longer be alone with the pain.
I’m so sorry you’ve had to carry this pain. I hope you always have moments of safety and people who remind you of your worth like your sister. Thank you for trusting us with this, it takes so much courage🤎
it feels like you've written this with so much quiet devastation. It was beautifully written and I am so upset that you've had to experience and endure this.
I am so sorry that you have been through such traumatic experiences. 🫂 You have enormous strength and absolutely inspiring courage. Thank you for using writing as a weapon: never stop writing and, please, always believe in yourself ❤️
This is brave and devastatingly honest. I felt the weight of every word — the floating, the numbness, the quiet way survival sometimes looks like detachment. What happened to you should never have happened, and the way you speak this truth matters more than I can say.
It’s a strange kind of grief, how repeated harm can make us less shocked by it. But numbness isn’t weakness. It’s a wound the world taught you to carry quietly. Your voice here cuts through that silence, and I hope you never forget that naming it is powerful.
The times someone has messed with my body are the same number of times I haven't felt like breathing. And it's happened to different people, at different times.. And the physical pain, according to some, may pass, but what remains.. is the mental wound, the feeling of being dirty.. The feeling that someone has once again managed to penetrate your soul and rip it out.. It hurts, it hurts like someone is piercing you.. Because you remain alive, but only physically.
this horrifically resonated with me. i have had similar thoughts to you about certain things happening more than once and you can’t help but wonder why? this was so vulnerable and honest and thank you for writing this, it made me feel seen and heard and definitely less alone. and please remember that, you are never alone in your experiences 🙏
oh my gosh i never thought i’d relate to something on this topic so much, thank you for speaking about your experience i have been there as well. i pray you never experience it ever! sending love 💌
It is truly unfortunate the horrors that you have faced, and takes a rare strength to fight for the truth rather then surrender to the pain. The detachment is a power and cure with its own pros and cons, but I both hope and believe that one day you, and the many more of us, will no longer be alone with the pain.
I hope so too <3
I’m so sorry you’ve had to carry this pain. I hope you always have moments of safety and people who remind you of your worth like your sister. Thank you for trusting us with this, it takes so much courage🤎
that’s so kind of you, thank you 🩶
it feels like you've written this with so much quiet devastation. It was beautifully written and I am so upset that you've had to experience and endure this.
thank you lovely, that’s very kind of you <3
Beautifully written
thank you so much <3
You're not complaining, you're taking the space you deserve to take. Thank you for sharing this with us, it couldn't have been easy. ❤️
that’s very kind of you, I really appreciate it ❤️
I am so sorry that you have been through such traumatic experiences. 🫂 You have enormous strength and absolutely inspiring courage. Thank you for using writing as a weapon: never stop writing and, please, always believe in yourself ❤️
that´s so kind of you, thank you very much <3
This is brave and devastatingly honest. I felt the weight of every word — the floating, the numbness, the quiet way survival sometimes looks like detachment. What happened to you should never have happened, and the way you speak this truth matters more than I can say.
It’s a strange kind of grief, how repeated harm can make us less shocked by it. But numbness isn’t weakness. It’s a wound the world taught you to carry quietly. Your voice here cuts through that silence, and I hope you never forget that naming it is powerful.
thank you so so much, that’s very kind of you <3
The times someone has messed with my body are the same number of times I haven't felt like breathing. And it's happened to different people, at different times.. And the physical pain, according to some, may pass, but what remains.. is the mental wound, the feeling of being dirty.. The feeling that someone has once again managed to penetrate your soul and rip it out.. It hurts, it hurts like someone is piercing you.. Because you remain alive, but only physically.
I’m so sorry you experienced that but you worded it so beautifully <3
Writing could be such a weapon..
this horrifically resonated with me. i have had similar thoughts to you about certain things happening more than once and you can’t help but wonder why? this was so vulnerable and honest and thank you for writing this, it made me feel seen and heard and definitely less alone. and please remember that, you are never alone in your experiences 🙏
I’m glad this post made you feel less alone, though I am sorry that you can relate to it. Sending love <3
💔 Don’t know what to say. I hope one day you find someone you can trust
thank you <3
oh my gosh i never thought i’d relate to something on this topic so much, thank you for speaking about your experience i have been there as well. i pray you never experience it ever! sending love 💌
I sincerely wish for you to never experience this again, sending you a lot of love, my darling.🫂❤️
thank you, that’s very kind <3
sending love dear <3
I appreciate it ❤️