The more dedicated I become towards personal goals, the more I need to speak up, erect boundaries, then stick to them. But who will do that for me? It feels impossible for me to cough up self-assertion.
Like pushing a boulder uphill, huffing, shouldering the rock hard weight of childhood sexual abuse stifles, even kills. So many times the thought of dying was day-dreamed about. Just not be here.
“I wish I was dead,” I said once again many years ago
“I don’t like hearing you say that,” Samuel said.
So that feeling was said another way, because depression and wanting to die continued for decades.
“I wish I was never born,” I said.
And my belief is that if given a choice knowing what was to come, that would be my choice.
Since that won’t happen, learning to assert my needs continues, but it’d be nice to move on from Kindergarten to at least first grade.