There are some things I will never truly be over. There are things that will circle the drain of my mind and drag me down when I least expect it. I will always be scarred, and I will always have been a victim, moulded by a past that should never have been. This is fact, learnt via counselling, reading and understanding that you never really get over injuries, you heal, you scar, you adapt to the circumstance you are in afterwards. It is like grieving, you never forget the loss, but you have to move forward somehow. I am, and always will, grieve for the person I could have known, never could be and the child that was denied a chance.
That does not mean I don’t, can’t or won’t lead as full a life as I am able. It does not mean I cower constantly in a corner awaiting the next attack, the next flashback or bout. What it means is that I have to truly look after myself, I have to strive to put me first and I must do what is right for me. For me these are the hardest actions to undertake and follow through on.
It is breaking patterns of self-depreciation, it is facing the unknown, learning how to value myself and discovering/believing in my positive traits and acts. For most this seems so simple, the mundane and every day, for me it is like taking a skydive, existentially knowing the parachute on my back might not actually open.
Some days I win, some days I lose, some days I am not sure either is the case, but every day I try.