Nikita Gill, poet, wrote some of her poems just for me, I sometimes think.
My mother did not warn me that the monsters lived in my house. I remember always being so scared of everything, but i should have been terrified of those closest to me. That thought leaves me in a cold sweat, thinking of that innocent little girl I was.
I waited as a child for the person that would save me. I waited for troops of warriors to sweep in and yank me out of the den of monsters.
Turns out, I am the warrior that saved that little girl. I am so much more capable and strong than i ever knew.
I just completed CPT ( Cognitive Processing Therapy) around one of the most horrific things that happened to me. I now know that it was not me that made that happen. Other people engineered and facilitated that event. It did not happen because i was too needy, fat, ugly. It happened because those people were evil.