The First Step Counts

How often does one go on tormenting one's self? When is enough...enough? Who should we ask....who should we tell?

Fear is a horrible thing that can paralyze your very being and numb your mind to nothingness. Yet you don't see it, nor do you acknowledge it, for it has become a way of life for so many poor souls out there. A life that seems normal to them, for their mind has been manipulated and moulded into believing this. Very often, by the one that is supposed to love them the most, their partner, their mother, their father, brother or sister. Does it really matter who?

There's nowhere to run nor anywhere to hide because they will find you. Besides where are you going to run after having hidden this fear for so long. Who would believe you or at least that is what you've been led to believe.

Anyone out there that knows what I'm speaking about...yes you...listen to me, please. It's the first step that's the most difficult and believe me it's the scariest step you will ever take, but once you've taken it you will find an abundance of help out there. There is no shame in taking someone's outstretched hand and letting them know that you may need help.

I know you've been led to believe that there's nothing wrong with the treatment you are receiving right now. That one hit...that one nasty name...that one discustingly filthy act you were forced to do or share. I say one because it only takes once.....and even once is too much! You don't deserve it and believe me when I say that if you take that first scary step, there will always be someone waiting there to help or to get you help.

No matter how scary it is...can it honestly be as bad as what it is now....the fear you feel when you see that look that tells you it's coming.....the slew of degrading name calling....the lovemaking that's more like rape than just the nasty sex that it is....the taste of blood in your mouth and the feeling of the welts swelling all over your body from the beatings. The fear you feel each time you open the door to your own home.

Listen to me please....take that first step you dread so much and I assure you you'll never turn back. I'm not saying you won't be scared having to learn how to live all over again, but you will never again have to feel that horrible discusting feeling in the pit of your stomach each and every time you think of home because that's not what will be waiting for you.

Once you take that step....ask for help...a neighbour...a church...a fireman....a police officer, your boss. It doesn't really matter because you could stop a stranger on the street and believe me they will help you. I know.......