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-Sylvia Plath
I've done it for so long, it seems there should be nothing left of me. A part of me died when I was 10, when I was molested. A part of me died when I was a teenager and my uncle tried to rape me. A part of me died when I was in the US Navy, when I was raped.
But it's more than just those physical instances. It's the dying inside, the dying in my soul. The dying that is an offshoot of every painful emotion I have felt since I was a young girl. It's the dying that still occurs, deep inside of me. And that dying is real. And that dying does feel like hell.
Can anyone relate? Does anyone fear that dying? Does anyone want to join me?
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Much Love!
I'm sorry you can relate. And I'm sorry you fear the dying too. I also fear the dying, but there is a part of me, and not a particularly small part, that doesn't fear the dying.
I do understand what you say about the other parts, and I think we do have to fight for those parts. And as dark as it seems sometimes, I have to try and believe that we can win that battle.
Lots of love!!!