It's hard. It actually is, to remember. I can't remember our conversations. I can't remember much. Snippets and pieces come floating back, and I grab desperately on to anything that might convince me it really happened.
My friend told me it's a trauma response. That the brain is trying to protect us by hiding what hurts of from our memory.
But my question is. What if we need to remember? What if we need the reminder to let us know it's not our imagination? We didn't make this up, we didn't lie to everyone. It really happened.
Nowadays, I cling to my memory. I hope that it's not my imagination. But, how could I know?
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Emotional abuse is still abuse
RandomThis is for everyone who's ever been emotionally abused. You're not alone. Feel free to send me your stories. They will be added to this book with your consent. TW: ABUSE AND BAD THINGS LIKE SELF HARM Amazing cover by @lilgalaxyclikkie
