She sat hunched over on the tattered couch over in the corner. Maybe if she scrunched herself really hard into the soft cushions she could soon squirm down into the fabric and disappear.
Her stomach hurt from the stress and fear, groaned at the pressure of needing to talk, to share her story. Her throat was dry and she feared she’d cough which would give away that she was indeed present, here, sitting in this room, this office.
Oh she dared not look up, not to raise her head for then they surely would see the wetness that dared to leak down her face and drip silently off her quivering chin.
No! She must continue to remain strong, tough, not give in to the pleading questions asked of her! She must not allow herself to hear the compassion in the voice! She must keep her walls up for her own protection!
But she was ever weakening! She felt her resolve slipping and knew the end was near!
Gathering all her remaining energy around her she slowly lifted up her tear stained face and dates look at the old wrinkly man sitting behind the large desk.
With quivering voice she said, “Yes! That is the man who repeatedly held me down and did horrible, mean things to me!”
Then she faded away into her nothingness!
We all carry them!
We’ve been so conditioned to not tell if we know what’s good for us.
The abuser threatens us in every sorta way to make sure we are silent!
But you can tell the secret and live!
I did! I am #silentnomore because I keep #secretsnomore !
You can too!
Yes, oh my goodness gracious it’s super scary but it’s so worth it to gain your own freedom and step on your healing path!!
If you need someone to tell your secrets to I will listen.
Life is way too short to carey the burdens if others that aren’t yours to pack around!
You deserve better!