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AlyssaLane

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I've always imagined what my life would be like if I were never raped. I made a list, once. I wrote down every single thing I wish I was, that I knew be if that never happened. And then I wrote down everything I was because of it. It was a long list. I felt disgusted with myself and who I have become. 

I thought of the people in my life who are happy and optimistic. I thought about how envious I was of their ability to see the good in people and the good in life. I looked in the mirror and just felt disgusted with myself. I was disgusted with who I had become. I'm so pessimistic and negative. Unhappy and spiteful. 

Sometimes I'm foolish enough to believe that happiness is within my reach. I'm silly enough to think that someday I'll be balanced and normal. That I'll sleep at night and live without anxiety. I'll wake up without being depressed. I'll be normal. 

But anxiety is as much a part of my life as eating. Depression is as natural to me as breathing. 

I wake up everyday wishing I had died in my sleep. I go to bed every night regretting that I had managed to live through the day. Life isn't something enjoyable. It's a chore. I get up everyday and I have to force myself out of bed. Force myself out of the house. Drag myself through school. Pull myself to the end of the day. And then I repeat. 

But if I had never been raped I wouldn't be this way. I just know it. I know that I would be happy to get up. I would be excited to live everyday. I would go through everyday with a sense of bewilderment and excitement. Rather than dreading tomorrow I would be optimistic and look to the future. I would believe in myself instead of living with this sense of shame. 

Instead of feeling disgusted with myself. Instead of hating what I do. Instead of constantly expecting failure. Instead of hiding in a crowd. I would stand out. I would love myself. I would anticipate success. I wouldn't be so un fucking happy. 

But that's just an unachievable fantasy. I'm going to live the rest of my life this way. And that's just the way that it is. 

-Lane. 

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pattyr

Sorry, Lane that you feel this way.  I hope it is not true that you always will, and I understand the pain and depression you are in, and the feeling of dragging yourself through life.  I hope for you that knowing that there is another way to feel, which you see reflected in your friends' spirits, and which you were able to express in a list of wishes, is a sign that those potential feelings are inside you somewhere and that one day they will have the chance to be expressed, that the awfulness of what was done to you will lift enough that you may feel a little more free and lively. In the here and now, I send some support as you are in this depressed and anxious version of life.  You're not alone.

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