Updated: Feb 8
Some days I am up and other days I am down.
I have been depressed since I was age 8.
I'm pretty sure I was molested before that age and it continued until I was 11.
I am putting this on paper because I have finally remembered these ages for some reason.
I can't erase memories.
I have doubts every day.
I have been committed to my husband for ten years.
He's still working on learning me.
So people don't understand me because I won't allow people to.
We argue because I am full of paranoia and insecurity.
It raises so many questions that I have no answers to.
Why would a man harm a child?
Why take my innocence?
What did I do to deserve any of it?
How do I trust anyone around my children to be able to protect them?