“Loose tongues are worse than wicked hands.”
I was reading some of my earlier posts and something in my head clicked.
I reveal way too much.
I do not apologize for what I say or do because it’s my truth and I cannot live in the dark anymore. Nor do I want to go back to that darkness, not matter how loud it calls my name. However, I sometimes forget who I am writing my stories for and why I am writing them to begin with. I created this site to be of service to others who endured trauma by showing them that they are not alone. I wanted to show you in my own way, Dear Readers, that I have known what you have gone through–thus providing an outlet not only for you but for myself.
Yet, after reading my last entry, I don’t know whether I triggered someone or made myself look like an immature child who just wants everyone to know my truth. Sometimes I can go too far without even realizing it. I believe I only write in an explicit manner because that’s the only way I can even describe what happened to me and what I experienced. I want you to understand the pain, hurt and rage I feel towards my Aunt Jean and the confusion I still deal with when I see healthy people living stable lives. Though my life is a hell of a lot stabler than it used to be, I would be lying to you if I said I felt like an adult. I do not and that’s just the way it is for now. However, it doesn’t mean that I can just write anything without keeping the trauma victim in mind. I’m not going to edit myself, but I will have to place a disclaimer before each quote.
With that being said, I added a disclaimer in the “Home” entry–the one that explains what the site is for. That way, you and others will know what they’re getting themselves into. Also, I want people to be comfortable enough to post on the page and leave comments. As I said before, this page is not only for me to tell my tales, but to share yours as well.