My Voice Is Silent.
My voice is silent. It has been that way for days, yet today, feels worse. I cannot shift the feeling of being in the wrong for talking.; for letting my secrets out. It is six days, I think, with no real sleep. Maybe it is more. I don’t really know.
I am floating from one day to the next without having the time to stop and enjoy it. I am just watching . Somehow, I got knocked back inside my head and I am not sure how to come out again. I make myself write this so I can see what I feel and understand myself.
I was out of bed, in the middle of the night, in a frightening moment when my mind protected me. I was yelling to be left alone before I had even woken up. Suddenly, I was in the memory of a five year old, and the man I do not know was stood by my bed in the dark once more, like he always is and always was.
I was not dreaming of him. I was not even thinking about him. I had laid there in the dark for almost an hour, getting annoyed with the inability, once again, to fall asleep. I closed my eyes; I must have drifted off a little. When I opened my eyes in half sleep, his face was in front of mine. His hands were on my bed. I didn’t think, I just reacted. It wasn’t until I was at the other side of the room crouched against the wardrobe with my arms in front of me, telling him no that I realised it was thirty years later and he was not there.
JD Stockholm. 
Shall wrap my arms around you 🙂
I’m so sorry that someone hurt you so badly. I understand the problems with being able talk and the amount of courage it takes to try and move past that place. Really hope you have a more peaceful night tonight
But your voice isn’t so silent anymore, is it? Perhaps your nightmares want to scare you back into submission. Nightmares don’t like the light, it slays them. Keep writing, my friend.
Thank you. And no they don’t.
Keep writing, they help us all say what we can’t or won’t say to others.