It took me years to get over the fact I was raped, another few years to get over me being sexually abused, and attempted rapes by my step father. I started started listening to old music, watching old movies, and taking pictures of nature, I would even branch out in taking reflection pictures, then writing screenplays and scripts.
About 2005 I lost interest in most everything, and still have. I have found that empty depressing thoughts filled my mind at this time. But I’m widening back out again, learning to enjoy things I take pleasure in instead of feeling guilty and shamed all the time, that has left me at times paralyzed and unable to even do anything but cry, oh I still got a long way to go but with the help of the doctors, and this positive outlook on life I know I will survive, I know I will survive. I have set myself free, set myself free