A narrative of one woman's brave journey toward recovery from childhood trauma. Disclosure: the posts in the blog may contain accounts of sexual and physical abuse. This may be a trigger to others who have experienced this type of trauma, and reader be warned.
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
I swear that I saw him
Over the weekend I had a friend from home visit me in my new town. She and I went to a restaurant for lunch. When we walked inside, there was a table to my right with four guys in it. One of them reminded me of Voldemort. His hair style and color, his facial appearance. I could have sworn that I was staring at him 20 years ago. I stood frozen. I was terrified. I knew it wasn't him. He's 20 years older and he's in prison, but it just brought me back to that time as a child. My friend brought me back to reality and dragged me to a table. Thankfully out of view of that guy. I sat with my friend and tried to enjoy our meal and forget about him. My heart raced the entire time.
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