I am still living my life as a runaway.
I am still living my life in constant fear.
Every time the doorbell rings, I panic. Sometimes, I freeze. Other times, I barricade my bedroom door and hide in the closet. Never I am able to just see who is at the door. The thought alone is terrifying. Why? Because I am so afraid that my mother will be at the door. I’m so afraid she will find me and take me back to prison.
Many times I go to therapy in fear that my mother will find me there. I’ll sit on the chair at the farthest end of the waiting room. I’ll sit on the farthest end of the couch in my therapist’s office. The farther I am away from the door, the more time I have to hide.
Every time my phone rings, I am overcome with panic. She’s found out I told. I’m in trouble now. I worry that any number that appears on my phone could be hers, so I don’t answer. I never answer.
Every time someone calls me by my birth name in just such a way, I am filled with fear and anxiety. Nothing good ever came from being called in that way. It has always been a precedent for pain.
Every bump in the night startles me awake and I freeze with fear. She’s coming for me. I’m never safe. Because I never felt safe as a child, and I’m reliving that still as an adult. I am still, in many ways, a scared child living in an adult body.
I thought it would get better by now, but it hasn’t. I live on high alert. I never feel safe. I have never felt safe a day in my life. Why can’t I get past this? I am in a better place now, but am I really? My feet are in safe zone, but my mind is still locked away in prison, and my mother holds the keys.
I’ve been trying to work through the fear and safety issues in therapy, but they are still coming up. My therapist wrote me a note to help me remind myself that I am here now, and away from that hell. I carry it in pocket everywhere I go.
How can I feel safe when they took that sense of safety away from me? They stole it. I need it back.
You will get it back. There will come a time when you will tell her to go to fuck to hell. Or maybe a softer version than my foul one.
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I sort of like your version better. I’ve never been one for being soft.
Thanks.
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Hi KJ,
I understand it is frightening and exhausting. Hope you can find ways to relax and feel safe soon, sl
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Oh boy can I relate to this! I think the note is a wonderful thing to carry with you and read often. I think it gets better. Just take it one day at a time. 🙂
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Thank you, I am.
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I love that message from your therapist. It validates the nightmare you came from, but its emphasis is on what you have achieved by getting free and your ability to make things different now. Do you still carry this message?
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I do. It’s printed on a small (and now very crumpled) piece of paper.
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