It doesn't seem to matter that I'm physically exhausted. I can't sleep. I shared some very basic details of the sexual abuse and the rape with someone. Fairly straightforward. Very confidential. And yet I feel as though in doing so, I've exposed something that I can't quite take back. There's no 'undo' button. So I feel my body just waiting . . . waiting to be flooded with memories . . . waiting for the visceral sensations to rise uncontrollably. As though I've invited both of them back into my world again.
It's disconcerting, to say the least.
A journey in awakening my perception of wholeness . . . as I release the emotions and body memories surrounding my past rape and sexual abuse experiences, remaining present to this moment.
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