Friday, January 4, 2013, started off like any other Friday. As the day progressed, I kept getting this overwhelming feeling that something awesome would happen.
Nothing really spectacular happened until I found a certain picture when I was looking for something else in an old photo album.
The picture I found was taken a few hours after I was raped on February 28, 2003.
It's a group picture and the person who raped me is right in the middle.
I hate the picture, but I can't let it go.
Ever since I found the picture, I've been off my game mentally. I really don't like surprises. This feeling will only last for a moment, and I know I'll be back to myself soon.
I won't allow the picture and what it represents to hold me back, and for now I'll keep it as a reminder of how far I've come. Thank God, I'm no longer a prisoner of my past.
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