Wednesday, July 25, 2012


Do you ever have the feeling that your life is a dream?  I still try to remember mine.  I look at pictures, stare at images of myself to see if it was all real.  Pictures of Breck and I when we were so young.  Who would have thought?  He's now my husband for almost a year!

Time is flying by me, so quick and fleeting.  I guess that can be something to be grateful for.  Seasons of pain won't last forever.  Seasons of restlessness will come to an end soon.

The more I write, the more I realize there are so many women like me.  Girls who have had the same things happen.  How many of us are there?  There are so many silent sufferers.  We're all afraid to speak up and say what people have done to us.

I'm not afraid anymore.  The more I speak out, the more I see that there's so much that needs to be changed about our society.

It is little wonder that rape is one of the least-reported crimes. Perhaps it is the only crime in which the victim becomes the accused and, in reality, it is she who must prove her good reputation, her mental soundness, and her impeccable propriety.--Freda Adler

I'm going to continue to speak out.  Who cares what people think and say?  There are so many girls that I want to reach out to.  You aren't alone.  Those nightmares you have, the nauseousness and tears that come at the smell of his cologne, it does eventually go away.  You won't always be afraid.  You won't always be hurting.  It does get better.

I promise.


  1. I'm glad this is the first time I've read your blog :)

  2. You haven't missed much! It's only a month old. It's mostly my thoughts barfed up on paper. lol

  3. All your sadness might lead you down a path of helping others somehow... writing a book for them to read afterwards or something. you have a way with words and since you have had the same experiences they will suffer... I just know that sometimes, just KNOWING that you are not the only one, helps. I am glad you are writing! I'm glad I know where to go to read it! :)

  4. I love writing. It really does help and I think that knowing someone or reading about someone who's been there gives the victim hope. It was a thing of sadness but life right now is pretty good. There's always hope.