I constantly find myself looking for ways to end it. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t live with the traumatic memories. The thought of having to face the person that sexually assaulted me. The thought of him being allowed to move back to my town without a curfew. How is it fair that he can get a sense of freedom? Yet, I have to live with the trauma daily? He knows where I live, he knows where I work. I can’t do my grocery shopping without having to constantly look over my shoulder.
I can’t do it anymore. I’m sick of living in fear. I want to be at peace, but this lifetime isn’t for me