By: A Survivor Not a Victim
March 16, 2016
It’s almost 11 pm. I’m still awake. I’m exhausted, and I can’t turn my mind off. I have to work tomorrow, but I would rather crawl into a hole and sleep for days – but sleep brings no peace, for I am ridden with nightmares that keep me awake even when I fall asleep.
I would rather crawl into a hole and die. But then, my two sweet, innocent little dogs would have no one. No one to take care of them, no one to love them, and they will always know that their mom abandoned them. I could never do that to them. They are the only two beings on this earth that keep me going, make me smile, and that I love more than anything else. If not for them, I would have left this earth weeks ago.
It’s not fair that my life is in shambles that I can barely function. That my sleep consists of nightmares, and my days consist of flashbacks and panic attacks. And what about him? He lives his life – probably going on happy as a goddamn clam. Maybe he is even looking for his next victim? It’s not fair.
I didn’t ask for this!
A Survivor Not a Victim 