I have put off writing this post all day not because I didn’t want to but because I wasn’t sure what to say but I feel that 3 years is a significant milestone.
I also can’t believe it has been that long, I can remember the day as if it just happened.
The day I am talking about is the day my abuser got arrested.
For me this day is really significant in the whole process of coming forward about my abuse. I may not have seen the end result I wanted to when I originally came forward but I saw the whole police journey through which was one hell of a struggle.
I feel as though over the last three years I have learnt a lot about myself some of it good and some of it bad.
I still think about the what ifs. What if he confessed it all? What if he didn’t commit suicide? What if it all actually made it to court? I know there is no point dwelling on these things because what has happened can’t and never will change.
I still have good days and bad days, the depression creeps up on me at times and my anxiety makes certain things a struggle but they are things I have learnt a lot about so that now I can manage them way better than I once could.
My temper is nowhere near as fiery as it once was – which is great for everyone.
‘Little Stacey’ still needs looking after from time to time but it is nowhere near as frequent as it once was.
Most of all I am proud of myself for how far I have come.