Things that stick out:
huge welts on my arms
protecting someone/someone else being beaten
no one believing me
never actually being beaten
What I remember:
I was running from someone who was beating me and someone else. The other person thought that coming forward would make things worse and didn't want to say who had beaten us. I was chasing the person, but didn't know who it was exactly. I had to uncover who it was and bring them to justice. Kept showing people my welts to prove I was being beaten but no one would believe me, or they told me I was over reacting.
Thoughts: Probably has to do with no one realizing I was a hot mess all my life, especially in high school. Neither my parents, friends, teachers, or coaches, ever noticed that I was crying on the phone every night to my parents and cutting myself in the bathroom afterwards. No one ever took my mental illness seriously, not when my dad walked in on me cutting myself, or when I called my mom every night crying about nothing. Lack of protection, not being looked after, not being taken care of
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
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