Wounded
WoundedBy Dani Elle
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We hear about gruesome things all the time. We are sympathetic for the people they happen to but then we shrug it off and move on. No one ever stops to think that those gruesome things could one day happen to us. I know I never did.
I was molested by my grandfather when I was about eleven. I can honestly say I don’t remember my exact age or the date for that matter because I tried to block the whole incident out of my head. That wasn’t an easy task. I felt like anyone who looked at me knew what had happened. I felt very transparent and vulnerable. As time progressed I began to slowly disconnect myself from my friends and family. I sank into a deep depression. Nothing made me happy, and if I ever was happy it was only momentarily. I began to live my life just wishing it would end. I made it through each day half asleep; in a daze. Everything seemed hopeless. Which is exactly how I felt.
Time went on and I met...
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