Trigger Warning: Flashbacks, Sexual Abuse Day 1 We close our eyes intending to sleep. Instead we see a dimly lit room. We open our eyes and move beneath the covers. We are back in the now, in our bed.
The week after the Christmas party a co-worker, moved by the Christmas spirit, begins to sing a Bing Crosby Christmas carol. The flashbacks begin. This was one of the songs the radio played the night we were raped by the family friend. The family friend would sing to me when the bad things happened. IContinue reading “A Breath At A Time”