tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402549770293124368.post8889566624866189636..comments2023-12-22T04:15:11.478-06:00Comments on Attack of the Sugar Monster!: Backward and Forwardsharneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14805502805674889336noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402549770293124368.post-8061481985772716222014-08-26T13:40:30.123-05:002014-08-26T13:40:30.123-05:00Please remember, you help other people too especia...Please remember, you help other people too especially if they have been in similar circumstances. It makes us feel like we are not alone. Your writing isn't just for you, it helps all of us!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402549770293124368.post-21966942765395067572014-08-26T11:05:23.662-05:002014-08-26T11:05:23.662-05:00I am so happy you were able to read my comment for...I am so happy you were able to read my comment for what it was. I never would want to attack you or make you feel bad. I want you to feel better. I realize I only see a small part of who you are here, but I feel like through all these years I kind of know you and really like you. I don't want you to miss life as you reflect on all the crap you've been dealt. The friend I wrote about has recently had some bad health issues and I just feel like now she will never get her chance. It's heart breaking.<br />YES TO THIS:<br />Maybe I can try to understand that there is no finish line when it comes to healing from trauma. That no matter how hard I try, I won’t reach a perfect and mythical state of “completely healed.” That life is going to bring shit back up no matter how far beyond it I think I am. That writing about it and talking about it IS important and necessary but I don’t have to be unhappy while waiting for myself to be “cured”. That I don’t have to put life on hold until I’m healthy enough to move forward. Because maybe I’m already healthy enough to forge ahead. <br /><br />So maybe my little comment can help and that would make me really happy!Belknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402549770293124368.post-26633227684378714342014-08-25T21:17:43.828-05:002014-08-25T21:17:43.828-05:00I was molested at 11 by my dad. It was a huge and ...I was molested at 11 by my dad. It was a huge and powerful force in my life, and I tried to ignore it, then I made it the center of my existence, then I learned how to live with it, and how to forgive him, as well as myself. I'm a happy, mostly satisfied woman of 48, no longer kept in bondage of my past, no longer blaming anyone, just accepting that it is what it is, it happened, I survived and I'm okay. I don't think about it every single day, and when I do think about it, it isn't with fear of the pain it used to bring me. I even forgot to mention it to my last two lovers... it used to be my way of warning them that I was fragile and vulnerable. But you know, as a human I'm fragile and vulnerable, but I'm not a victim. So, that old saying that time heals all wounds, I believe it. Do what you need to do. XXOO Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com