Healing happens, I rise up!

I am a warrior, scarred and worn

My story etched on my skin like a map of pain

An abuser’s mark, a hunter’s prey

I was stalked, hunted, and left to survive

Trauma’s heavy weight, a crushing burden

I was forced to cope, to adapt, to pretend

But the wounds ran deep, the scars remained

And PTSD whispered in my ear, "You’re not safe"

I learned to guard myself, to erect walls

To shield myself from the world’s cruel hands

But even in safety, triggers lurked

Reminders of the past, a constant hum

Healing was a journey, a long and winding road

One that I traveled alone, with few who understood

But I walked forward, one step at a time

Through the darkness, towards the light

And slowly, I began to heal

To let go of the pain, to release the shame

To find my voice, to speak my truth

To reclaim my life, my body, my soul

I am a warrior, strong and free

My story is mine, my healing is me

I will not be silenced, I will not be tamed

I will rise up, and I will be claimed.

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2024/05/27/three-things-challenge-m707/

Author: Carol anne

I am in my mid 40's. 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.

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