I read somewhere that we are as sick as our biggest secret. Guess I was very sick for a very long time. I believe that the Secret I have had to keep most of my life was almost as damaging as the abuse itself. The Secret kept me from seeking help. The Secret kept me from learning that the abuse was not my fault. The Secret kept me from seeking friends and seeking love and seeking support groups. The Secret was like poison for me. The more I tried to push it away, to bury it deep down within, the worse I felt.
Now I have told the Secret. And I am feeling better about myself, the best I have felt in a long time. The more I tell my story, the better I feel, and the easier it is to tell the story. Must mean I am healing. I hope.