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Leosha

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I hear them still, laughing at me as I lie before them as an offering to their dark God. The angry hissing whispers. The shifting shapes on side of my eyes, falling back into position when I turn to look, haunting my vision and memory. The ghost hands on my skin, causing it to crawl away of my body and soul, to disappear into corner of safety. Reality shrinks away of me again. I fall into myself, falling silently into the blackness, not knowing when it will end. The evil chants of others that call me to edge of sanity. I look for the source of voices, seeing none. I am tired. I see the darkness rise up to meet me, to take me away of my life. I welcome it, letting it embrace me into it's future, and I vanish.
 

The Dean

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Leosha, you must not vanish--you need to continue to prove that we do have terrible anxieties--but we overcome them and move on in life as best we can.

Those things are from the past. They will never be allowed again. Recently, in my male survivor group I worked on ways to ground myself when I am in danger of disappearing from the present. I have worked hard on them. Sucessful all but once.

Bob
 

michael Joseph

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I know all yesterdays can't be erased, and if that is true, each tommorow has a new begining.

Have some hope and start to feel in control

Michael Joseph
 
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