It's funny, but at my weakest moments, I am most likely to be transported back to the scenes of former abuse. At times when I am most lonely and vulnerable, those memories come to haunt me. I do not long for that terrible companionship again... good grief no!... but cannot fend off the reruns, the flashbacks, the darkness of those times.
Dear Lord, let my count my blessings... let me focus on the good things.... and let me look outside of myself. Let me see you and hear you always. Amen
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I don't know if it's "crazy" that I am feeling, but confused... yes. I am quick to be suspicious of another's intent. I feel cautious, especially of men. I am less open than I used to be. And I feel much safer in a group than I do with just me and a gentleman-friend. My experiences force me to keep others at arm's length. There are not many who are close to me... and it's my own doing.
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