Strength and Weakness
Here, however, I've worked on being honest and presenting a true picture of me, largely because I need to see it, myself.
As I've watched myself relive my past in my dreams each night, the dread has increased, my fatigue is becoming intolerable, and the pain and loneliness are overwhelming. And so today, I add one more piece to the picture.
I'm afraid. I'm afraid of sleep, of life, of my cousin, of myself...
I'm tired. I'm losing the desire and ability to keep trying. I feel like something inside me is going to break...something important is dying.
I'm lonely. I'm surrounded by people who love me. But that little girl is begging for someone to save her. I've tried to direct the dream so that I tell my cousin to leave before he hurts me. I've had no success. Deep inside, I want protection, and somehow, I don't feel I can protect myself--and yet, I'm one of the most capable people I know.
I'm sad. I watch each night as I am molested in various ways, and above all else I know that I, Samantha Stevens, have no importance to the person hurting me. He does not perceive me as having any worth. And no one comes to my rescue. And while I understand that no one really could (it's hard to come to the rescue when you have no idea someone needs help), it still makes me horribly, overwhelmingly sad.
So today, as I meet with clients and assure them of my expertise in tax advice, as I teach their children the gospel, as I lecture passionately about playing a particular musical passage with just the right nuance...in the back of my mind I see myself: afraid, tired, lonely, sad, and desperately needing something. I wish I knew what.