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I’m away, away in my dream, I can feel a touch on my legs, fingers moves up… My body shouting trying to wake me up… I’m fighting to wake up… I can feel two fingers inside me, and then a third one, my shoulders move back in alert ( does it a dream ?? 699 more words
Childhood sexual abuse revisited in a flash. Raw, descriptive, honest; such is my life. Be forewarned.
I get out of the tub noticing an unusual circular pattern of brownish-black spots the size of coffee grounds in the area where the middle portion of my body had rested. 480 more words
These thoughts were inspired by a blog I read this morning: http://ptsd-acceptingcopingthriving.com/2015/07/10/freewriting/ And the photo, taken this morning too, as I scuffed out in flip-flops and robe onto the moist lawn, unintentionally scaring away the deer grazing in the meadow… 465 more words