That little girl was me

Thoughts of my past
Fill my head
Make me sad
I am sad for the little girl
Who never had a childhood
It was taken from her
Replaced with abuse
Fear, worry
She had to grow up way too soon
She had the responsibility of an adult
Had to take on an adults role
Her childhood snatched away
I cry for that little girl
My eyes fill up with tears
Every time I think about what she went through
I almost forget
That was me
That little girl was me

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

18 thoughts on “That little girl was me”

  1. People understand .BUT DO NOT SEE THE EVERY DAY EFFECTS .i have M.E ,Bladder and Bowel Problems BECAUSE I was Abused Sexually as a child.not afraid to say/not afraid too talk about it,SCARES ARE THERE FOR LIFE ..BUT .You are Alive / Alive ……any time you would like chat I AM HERE ..have you tryed talking about YOUR Abuse .being Disabled very very Difficult .i am Disabled . very DIFFICULT TOO TRUST ..Mark.x

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