Each little victory over shame deserves a trumpet blare.
A few months ago, a very old friend who became entangled in my abuse story contacted me through facebook. My heart raced.
For years I had traveled back to my home town, always fearing who I would meet. The shame I carried was so encompassing that I was nauseas at the thought of running into those who knew my "secret". But this time, contact came easier. I reached out to a few others who I found on her friend list. Some seemed glad to hear from me, others not. One had forgotten I existed.
These reconnections have given me the opportunity to find my identity in the present and not in the past. And, I have done it!
I have fought so hard for this freedom. I never really believed I could get here.
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