New norms are established. There are two realities.
Baking, homeschooling, helping, community outreach, advocacy, sister, mother, daughter, artist.
Whore, useless, worthless, ugly, disposable, idiotic.
I start to believe him. His voice narrates my day, my own voice replaced.
My mind grows numb, I no longer defend myself.
My sister asks me to come to church with her.
I go just to get away.
No comments:
Post a Comment