My struggle is not what it used to be. It just isn’t. My heart doesn’t camp by the misery as long any more.
Am I saying I walk without any pain?
Nope.
What I am saying is this: I don’t walk with darkness beside me.
The little girl that was so unkept and unloved, she still lives in me. I protect her now. The constant sexual abuse wasn’t as bad as being seen by others as unloved. That saddled my being with shame, much more than the scars my body carried.
The dark predators of my childhood are gone now. They mocked me in my adulthood for a long time — sustaining the belief in me that I was worthless.
I am not worthless. You are not worthless.
The voice of darkness — that is worthless.
