Confused
Ever since I made that appointment with the therapist, it is all I can think about. It is a week away and I am worried about it. Worry is not the right word, scared is. It is stupid I know. It is all very confusing. I still do not understand why all of this is coming to head now, after all these years. This stuff happened to me in grade school and high school, it was many years ago. I thought I had dealt with it, kept it buried, no one knew. How it came to the surface is a mystery. The nightmares are more intense than ever now. I dread going to sleep. When I was withdrawing from the methadone, sleep is something I prayed for. All is suppose to be getting better, not worse. All of the surgeries are over, I am back to work and life is to go on. But I feel as if I just woke up, and I am in the middle of my life and do not know how I got here. 13 surgeries in 8 years. All because of what some pervert did so many years ago. My body has been changed forever, and somewhere I got lost. I have paid an awful price for what he did. I will never see justice. The guilt I have is a lot to bear, the toll everything has taken. I feel as if it is my fault. So much has been lost, so much time, and one cannot recover time. I wish I could fix it all, make it all go away, every time I try, I fail. Nothing can change what has already happened. Now all is done, the urgency of the medical crap is over, and I am just left to pick up the pieces and move on. I am afraid that I do not know how to do that. I was thinking of posting my story, but I am not sure. It is something I am not use to sharing or talking about. How does one just move on? My life is like storm and it seems that is building in intensity and it is out of my control. I need to have that control back. I need to have me back. I want to be able to face this, deal with it and over come it. Why does it have to be so damn hard? Or is just me making it hard. I am tired of thinking about it, asking myself questions and getting no answers. It is just maddening.
Mark
Mark