My name is not important-then again, I am not important. I have been literally swepted into this cloud I have allowed to be enveloped in for three years now. He frightens me, as he moves paper around the desk near me and makes loud drops of various pens, knowing it alarms my soul and makes my heart jump a thousand times in my being. Every cruel word I have heard, every cruel gesture, laugh, look of disgust and terror grips my very spiritual self. I know that I know that I need to leave. I have been choked, grabbed from any moments notice, been callled a whore, a slut, a terrible mother and also I have been told I have demons in me. I will die very shortly, I feel it
You are important. You are very important to me. I do not know who you are or where you live, but you matter to me. What happens to you matters to me. It hurts to hear you have been choked, grabbed from any moments notice, been callled a whore, a slut, a terrible mother and also been told you have demons in you. But what hurts the most is that you think you are not important. I think you matter to more people than me. How about calling a safe house or victim advocate (out of the D.A.'s office) and give another person a chance to help you deal with this.