Everyday is a fight, to the death it feels. To simply survive, to be. I do so much work just to function. So much effort I put forth to do things that others take for granted. Sleep has become one of my greatest demons, figuring out how to sleep, when to sleep, what will put me to sleep fast, what will keep me asleep, what will keep me asleep but allow me to wake up if i need to from a nightmare, what will reduce nightmares, how to bring my anxiety level down before bed...i could go on all night. Something so simple as resting your head on a pillow and closing your eyes to drift off is something that brings me to tears. This is just one thing that is so greatly affected by what happened to me. And what about all the others? The daily flashbacks, panic attacks, and triggers? I suffer so much just to be alive, and what does he do? He lives his life.... There were no consequences for his actions against me. So I am left to put my life together after he broke it. I am left to hurt and work so hard while he does nothing. How is that just?
He deserves to have the entire world know what kind of man he is. He deserves to be publicly shamed. He deserves to be branded as the devil that he is. And I'm going to be the one to do this. To publicly shame him, brand him, and show the world who he is. I'm going to report him, tell police what hes done because I'm not weak anymore like that small child he once hurt. I am mighty and fierce and with the power of my army behind me I can do this. I've never had a support system like this before,i have never had so many people showing me love and cheering me on. I have all I need to do what I sought to do four years ago.
He can't hurt me anymore, I am untouchable.
I am not silent any longer, I want them all to hear my voice, and see my power, as I expose my truth.
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