Since when is life a faerie tale?
When I was a little girl, I always thought that my life would be smooth. I dreamed of a faerie tale. When I was a teenager, I threw that idea away. I flew under the radar, trying not to be noticed. Interested in sex, yet not asking questions or getting answers. little did I know, my interest in sex would be killed.
Now that I am a adult, I have experienced life. I have experienced pain, sex, childbirth and loss. I have done (and still) try to survive. A faerie tale? Who was I kidding? My life is like Rapunzel's now- though there is no prince, no magic to save me. I cry from my tower.
My captor is not a wicked queen, but my own mind. Night after night I remember. Only during the day am I 'normal'. At night, he attacks me again. I see myself struggling and can't get away. I wake up dripping sweat. I can't breathe and do not like that feeling.
I want to get better and soon. I try to forget, but I need something to help me at night. I can't take any more meds and I don't know what to do. I am scared he will find me. I no longer like heavy blankets-too much weight. I rarley trust men. My intrest in sex is gone. I feel no need for a relationship with the opposite sex. All this has been stolen from me and I hate it!!!!
I am so tired. Since when has my life been a faerie tale?