Today the following entry amazes me. I wrote the truth. I drew the truth. My unconscious mind knew he abused me and I knew I walked a dark path. But I went down it anyway. I didn’t know anything about emotional abuse. I wish someone had told me when I was young.
From 1992 Journal Entry:
“Maybe he just does it to hurt me. Maybe he just wants me scared of him for some reason. Afraid he’ll leave, afraid he’ll hit me again, afraid he’ll call me “whore” again. He wants me totally dependent on him for some reason – so he has control.”