In the last two years working and working through the assault, there were times where I struggled mentally to equate what had happened. Things just seemed too hard. My life has taken a different turn and things don’t feel the same.
Part of me is relieved that we’re able to move forward, but I’ve struggled to get to this place. It’s always emotionally draining when we have to work hard to get us into a better head space.
Although I have always been aware of what’s out there in the world, the assault has made me more aware now. I am more on my guard. You never thing this is what you may have to deal with.
As a child I wasn’t aware of what was happening outside of my own four walls. I was protected from it. Looking back I don’t believe the world was any less scary. Things still happened but as children you don’t get to hear about those things.
As a family we have tried hard not to dwell but that’s not been easy either. Truthfully, we didn’t always succeed, stress always find its way in.
It’s sad that children, need to be more vigilant once they leave home so that they’re safe. No one has that guarantee, even your child.