Every day is different.
Some days, I feel unbreakable. My abuse doesn't cross my mind, not once.
Other days, I am able to ignore the increasing urge to google his name.. until it comes time to go to sleep. Then I lie awake, and obsessively research the man who took my childhood from me.
Then there are the emotional days. I take several trips into the bathroom, where i cry into my dogs soft fur, wash my face, and don't say a word to anyone.
Today, was different. It was my third day back to work in 7 months..
I felt dumb. I felt dead.
I didn't feel anything at all. I just stared at the wall and prayed no one would ask if I was okay.
How did you feel today?