Part 2 Denial: On Route to Healing


After repeatedly going in for questioning with police, counselling with hospital physiatrists and having tons of people messaging me, the confusion slowly went away. Still I was nowhere near acceptance.

I began to understand what they where saying. That foreign language became words I could understand. I understood the concept, however still could not believe they were talking about me. I don't remember any of that. I've always been a no drugs, two drinks max kind of girl with the memory of an elephant, so to be told all these things that happened to my body without me knowing was ludicrous.

I often tell people it's like the equivalent of eating dog shit and liking it. Well I DO NOT like eating dog shit.

There is just no way that all those things they were saying that happened, happened to me.... but they did.

Soldiers of Creation