When I started this blog, my idea was to chronicle how far I've come on my healing journey. My hope was that the people who would most benefit from my story would find their way here, and find comfort and strength in my words. At the very least, they would no longer feel so crushingly alone.
But the events I wrote about in my previous blog entry have made me feel like the lonely little girl I once was.
Sure, I have Sheldon. Don't get me wrong -- he has been amazing lately, not just as a husband but as my friend and ally. I have Randy. I have my support group. That is all great, and I am so, so thankful.
But I'm still that little girl.
Only now my secrets are out.
It's both relieving and horribly scary. I'm not sure what I want, other than to hide in my bed. I want some sort of reassurance. I want to feel safe.
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