As I begin to write this, my hands are
shaking, my chest feels constricted, and my heart is racing.
Dark clouds have dimmed my days over
these past two months. What caused it all exactly, I'm not sure. It
may be that I was out of options for course selections for this
summer and had no choice but to enrol in a child sexual abuse (CSA)
course at university. Maybe it was coming home from my trip to Brazil
and experiencing reverse culture shock, which tends to make me
cynical, bitter, and antisocial. It could also be that I'm so burned
out from life, school, multiple jobs, financial stress, and all of
these things that can all too often be overwhelming. Undoubtedly,
these dark days were caused by a mixture of all of what was mentioned
above, and my past experience has once again caught up to me.
I'm struggling to put into words how
impairing it feels to constantly be overcome with anxiety, panic
attacks, flash backs, nightmares, and depression. When I began to do
the course readings for my CSA course, I started to identify with
what was being discussed. Guilt strong enough to keep you awake at
night. Migraines. Constant body aches. You guessed it, all long term
effects of trauma from being sexually abused, on top of depression
and anxiety. I feel so angry at my abuse. It is a ball that has
chained itself to my body, I carry it around with me everywhere – I
get stronger because I have no choice but to, however I also tire
from being tethered to it. I do not always think about my abuse,
sometimes weeks can pass and it will not cross my mind, but other
times it weighs heavy on me, and it cripples my ability to do
anything. I'm not sure my father understands the life sentence he has
given me. He did his time in prison for his crimes, but I'm left to
handle this for the rest of my life. I don't think justice was
served.
There have been numerous sleepless
nights scared of the dreams that haunt me. It's just as scary to be
awake. Flashbacks of my abuse that come from triggers that I wasn't
aware existed. They've sent me to the floor in the fetal position,
shaking and crying, completely taking over my mind and body. Panic
attacks that tighten my chest, my heart races, my body shakes, my
mind spins. And I'm in a constant melancholic state, regardless of
other wonderful events happening around me. I want to be back to
where I was just a few months ago, happy, satisfied, and loving life
– but this monster in my brain protests, it demands to be
acknowledged and dealt with.
I'm tired of running away from my
demons. I'm tired of pretending to be happy, putting on a smile. When
I walk through my door at the end of the day I fall to pieces. I'm
embarrassed that I'm incapable of being strong for everyone else
around me, that I can't always keep it all together. I feel guilty
when disclosing how I'm feeling to people who are my support system,
because I don't want it to burden them. I feel isolated, even with
loving family and friends, and my partner who offers me an abundance
of support and empathy.
I hope my current battle will be over
soon, as my body, mind, and heart are fatigued. I'm not sure how to end this, because I'm not sure where I am.
Kora Liegh
