It has happened so many times.

My mind and body,

A war zone.

I can’t help myself, clearly,

But each time it’s too late.

The first time it happens,

You blame yourself.

Like if you did something different it wouldn’t have happened.

It probably wouldn’t have happened,

To you.

That day.

But it would have happened to someone else.

Because what you fail to realize is that it’s not about you.

Terrible people do terrible things.

You just happened to be the unlucky one.

Once the pattern of self doubt has taken root,

It’s nearly impossible to recover.

“Was it my fault?”

“Did I lead them to think..?”

Absolutely not.

Falling into false lenses of self worth are kryptonite for the abused.

Do not let them have the satisfaction of false power over you.

The only one who can take back that power is you.

You decide how to move forward.

You decide how to trust again.

It is not your fault.

Because if you let that day hold power over you,

It affects your ability to love yourself

And others.

And if you can’t do either,

Who’s left to trust?