3 years.

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.Stacey x