Thursday, 21 July 2011

Out to get me

That is a fear I gave always lived with. Telling on my abusers will put me at risk. Having shared some of the events today I have been shaking and feeling sick ever since.

Daft thing is that 3 of them are dead and I have no idea where the others are.
Were there more? I honestly don't know yet.

The fear is real, physical and totally fills me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

My fear is not as it use to be. But when I was younger it was bad. Fear is a bad word. Most of my fear was for others. Do you have a dog? I found they help a lot with fear for yourself and lonelyness. I always know they have my back if treated right.


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