I have recently come across some old poetry that I wrote in high school. I have debated sharing these, they were so long ago, and I don’t feel that way anymore. BUT I felt this way as a kid struggling to work through the abyss that is child abuse. It’s important to share.
I am working on sobriety, weekly therapy sessions, and on medication. And yet no one asks about any of my journey. Why is that? Are other’s ashamed of my journey? Am I Bruno?
But then I started watching and reading other people’s stories; I started bearing witness. And I saw people thriving and living their lives. It gave me hope.
Sharing my story involves vulnerability. Who knows what people will say or how they will react? What’s more important is continuing to share no matter what. And that means I have to trust myself.
April is Child Abuse, Alcohol, and Sexual Assault Awareness Month. Awareness can only happen when we share our stories. When we bear witness to ourselves and each other.
April is Alcohol Awareness Month. Huh. I am VERY aware of alcohol. It’s everywhere. I can’t get away from it even though I want to.
I had a pretty rough weekend. I understand in my brain that these things happen. But wow, I was not prepared for the onslaught of darkness.
What can I say? I write something one day, and the next I realize I was incorrect. Self-preservation is not self-care, no matter how I try to convince myself otherwise.