Honest sharing reblog from Bethany Kays and Not My Secret–Overcoming the Shame of Sexual Abuse
I tried to kill myself when I was very young. Still in elementary school. I don’t remember exactly what I took. I think it was a bottle of aspirin of all things! Nothing happened. So I went to school as normal, ate the school lunch, a corn dog, and immediately started throwing up in the bathroom. The school nurse called my mom and I went home with a “stomach bug”. I have ever again eaten a corn dog. I don’t remember the abuse starting that early but small little flashbacks lately are giving me clues to it beginning far earlier than I thought.
I tried to slit my wrist when I was in the 6th grade, something I remembered right now at this very moment and had no recollection until I started writing. But it is vividly clear to me now. I made one cut and barely broke…
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