My glass house represents me. The fragile recovering addict who survived years of abuse and struggles everyday with bipolar disorder, anorexia, and everything inside her head. A glass house is strong enough to keep out the rain and wind, but it also breaks easily. That's me! Careful don't cut yourself!
Monday, October 4, 2010
Letter to the toothless monster
As a part of healing myself, it has been suggested that I write letters to some people who I can't say what I need to say in person either by death or because it will cause harm in some way. I am currently trying to write one to my abuser and I have writer's block. It was easy to write about what he did to my little sister, but when it was time to start about myself I couldn't think. I have thought to pick up and try again for days now but I can't seem to find the courage to do so. Perhaps I am scared that the pain I already feel will hurt double that. Maybe I am just not ready to face this or I am not willing to let go of this anger, hatred, and the blame and shame I have put on myself. That would be crazy though, right?
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