Dear diary,
I decided to go to the support group. Everything hurts. Maybe I shouldn't have gone. Maybe I shouldn't have shared my story. I feel completely open and raw. Like my insides are just exposed and being poked at. It's so cold. I can't feel my hands or my feet. I'm shaking so bad I can barely type. I keep having the same flash back over and over of me being four and him being on top me me. All I want to do Is find that little girl and wrap her up In my arms until she feels safe. Maybe If I make her feel safe I will feel safe.
That's all for now I can't type anymore
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