A few weeks ago, I made a solo trip to look at a view that’s haunted my nightmares for years, and has been one of my reoccurring flashbacks for the last few months. I wrote the Last Dance - Part I after a few days of having this flashback several times a day - Check it out in the previous post.
WARNING: contains mature language and mature subject matter - child abuse.
Part II: Dear “Mom”, which is included below, was written the day before I got to take back the peace and the voice that she literally squeezed from my throat. But there’s more on that later.
It’s kind of my own little thing to myself but I’m sharing it because… I’m me hahahah.
There’s at least two more parts to this collection (within a collection), but this is the one I’m currently on an adventure with.
If you need to stop reading at any point, please stop. I still get upset when I read this and remember this - it’s some sensitive shit.
So do not feel bad or feel like you need to apologize if you need to protect your peace.
But if you do read it, and want to leave an encouraging comment - … please remember to be kind - it’s really not that hard!
It also helps those who are on their own journey and are quietly along for the ride.
As always, thank you for allowing me this space to be me, and to the little community of beautiful chaos you’ve helped me create.
The one who’s found her voice,
Rachael
#cptsd #cptsdawareness #cptsdsurvivor #cptsdhealing #ptsd #ptsdawareness #ptsdrecovery #ptsdsurvivor #cptsdwarrior
And to everyone who forced me to call her “mom”, forced me to hug her, and forced me to hide all of her secrets - look, I called her “mom/mommy” in these - just like you asked!
I hope this makes you so fucking proud.
The Last Dance - Part II - Dear "Mom"
