The Personal Journal of a Struggling
Survivor
My name is Luna, and I have a true story to relate that will be disturbingly
familiar to many. Five years ago I was diagnosed with major depression and post-traumatic
stress disorder resulting from a violent sexual assault by a stranger at age
ten, followed by an acquaintance rape nine years later. Other difficult factors
in my childhood, several relationships, and my inherent introversion and shyness
have exascerbated my symptoms, but the two sexual assaults are the ones I regard
as truly traumatic, the ones that turned my life into a seemingly endless, disorienting,
bone-chilling fog. I was left with no purpose, understanding, or direction to
guide me anywhere--not that there was anywhere I wanted to go. Experience had
taught me at such a young age that there was no such thing as a safe, happy
place in my world. I know my story is not unique, and that many others have
suffered the terror, violation, and crippling psychological aftermath of sexual
assault--lasting effects that have come to control so much of my life, as well
as the lives of countless others. Indeed, I often used that same bitter realization
to avoid acknowledging my own emotional overloads and fragmented, disrupted
mental processes.
Too often, survivors are treated as if they are somehow to blame for the rape
or assault, that they must be immoral or somehow deserving of the abuse; some
people seem to genuinely believe that devout piety and purity will ward off
such sordid crimes, or that such unspeakable things just don't happen to nice,
normal people.
In an attempt to cast some light on the painful, shattering reality that lies
within the diagnosis of post-traumatic stress disorder, I am making my own personal
experience--my innermost thoughts, fears, weaknesses, insights and even delusions--free
to anyone who takes the time to read them. I post entries from my private journal--not
everything, but entries that are coherent and bear some relevant insights--unedited,
with the exception of changing a few names here and there. I do wish to retain
my anonymity and privacy. All else will be straight from my gut; my purpose
in journaling is to articulate my own thoughts and emotions in order to clarify
and identify my own symptoms: fear, flashbacks, dissociation, and seclusion.
This will always be my reason for journaling; nothing I post will be in any
way embellished, dramatized, refined, or censored. Consider yourself forewarned.
You may be offended by some of the opinions I express--NOT, however, by any
explicit sexual content. It's still too disturbing for me to go there. So you
see--I am writing for my own benefit, but maybe as I find my own path I can
offer insights to fellow survivors, or help them articulate some previously
incoherent idea or emotion. Maybe the literary self-expression that benefits
me can benefit others, too. Maybe a glimpse of the other side will enable therapists
and medical personnel to better grasp the intricacies of the disorder, or enable
them to empathize with their patients on a deeper level. Maybe my efforts to
heal my own wounds will make some small amount of progress for some survivor,
somewhere. Or maybe I'll just acquire a lot of tedious typing experience for
my trouble. Who knows? At least it gives me a purpose.
This is NOT my personal ranting ground, nor is it a call for admiration or
sympathy. I prefer anonymity because I don't want that kind of personal attention.
I do want to educate and enlighten, if I can; if so, perhaps I can have a little
nameless immortality that way. Perhaps I have a bit of a narcissistic ulterior
motive, after all.
..............................................................................Luna
Entries will be updated completely sporadically, since I can't really predict
when I'm going to produce something worth posting.
LunaEclipse@email.com
I'm always hesitant to write about my emotional and psychological difficulties. There's always that harsh, critical aspect of my mind that ridicules my pain even as I feel it: "Quit your whining, you weak, self-centered emotional infant. It's so trendy to be depressed, isn't it? Trying to make your mark in the literary world through your hand-trowled pit of despair? How trite. It's been done before by others, and it's no longer even remotely interesting. Get a real job. Your so-called illness exists only in your own shallow imagination. You don't deserve sympathy. It's not as if you've ever truly suffered. Life's not fair to anyone, so don't think you deserve to be the exception. Just deal with it. Everyone else does. You're nothing but a tedious, melodramatic burden to society." But damn it, I still hurt! My pain and fear are as real as the air I breathe. My feeling of estrangement is almost tangible, like a thick, dark woolen insulation from the world, stifling my mind and my emotions from reaching out to others. It's all too real; it's not a trendy flight of fancy. Would I pay this price for any kind of shallow peer approval? What fool would? I write not to attract artistic acclaim, but to create a lasting sense of my own spirit. These words are mine, so I must exist. I write, therefore I am. I write to validate the existence of my own wounds. How can I heal if I lie and tell myself that I'm healthy, uninjured? Articulating my convoluted, raging emotions on paper seems to lend credence to their existence, and that sense of validity takes me one more step towards facing my inner terror. The alternative is a recipe for self-destruction. If I deny the existence of a very real spiritual abscess, I'll just end up blindly and clumsily wounding myself more deeply. Stoicism is not a virtue. It's an obtuse, vain attempt to prove and display one's supposed strength and valor. I would think that it is stronger and braver to recognize and address the source of one's pain and fear than it is to pretend it doesn't matter or even exist. But I can't change common societal tenets. At least not today, so today I must venture forth once more and hear bigotry and cruelty, both within me and without me.
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