Friendship Is Rare
Wow. I am one lucky lady. Lucky, lucky, lucky.
I have so much to be thankful for. I suppose it’s the best time of the year for that.
Every relationship in my life has been tested and proven in the past month. When someone goes through a major trauma people either shy away or step up. That’s it. There really is no middle ground.
I was raped. Plain and simple. It was not on a damn boat you psycho and all the proper measures were put in place and action was taken so stay the fuck out of my life (you know who you are), it was a month ago and the details are horrid and painful and nobody’s business but my therapists. I’ve come to terms with that. I’m not angry, I’m not scared (although I do want to list my phobias for you tomorrow. Turns out there are quite a few and I’m “quirky” but they have nothing to do with this) and I do NOT feel sorry for myself.
What happened was I went through PTSD. Lucky for me I’m brilliant. I did everything right. I Googled trauma and PTSD and saw that every emotion I had was natural. It sucked and I hated every second of it but it was natural. Sure I wanted to kill myself but you know what I did? What I really did? I went to a hospital.
(It gets better. Click to continue reading…)
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