@tymeand @Snowie, I wrote a poem on my phone. I think what’s going on is I am upset about SA, but I am trying to turn the story around and it’s hard. I’m questioning beliefs I wouldn’t do before. Questions are popping in my mind. Am I really broken and damaged because of it, or is this an ingrained societal belief? Why does it make me less of a person if I have been SA? Why do I need to feel so ashamed, like it’s some kind of dirty secret? I always feel like I’m supposed to be so secretive because if people knew, I would be so screwed. I could have an argument with myself how I am worthless, unloveable and incapable of going into a romantic relationship in the future. Or I could give myself an inspirational talk. My mind feels so clogged.
I don’t want to be defined by it. I think I feel guilty that I still get triggered and it doesn’t feel appropriate since I’m going into social work. Or should I not worry about it, since I am still a student and have time to be ready?