Some days I feel so empty.
I want to write about how I’m feeling or what I’m thinking, and the words are just not there.
I want me back. I want to be able to remember things again. Words. When I’m trying to say things, and the words I want to use won’t come to me. Appointments. I have never been a person who uses my calendar on my phone to save events, but no, every single day I have something saved. Call this person, print this paper, pick the kids up from school. I still feel like I am in a fog. Things feel slightly lighter, but my world still feels extremely small.
I just want it all to go away. I just want it all to stop. I hate every second of this feeling.
When will it go away?
I am not the authority 
Well, this may or may not be encouraging, but the fog stays on average for six months. And I found that timeframe to be true for me, even while in counseling, a support group and doing recovery work.
The good news. I found me again, but a new and better me that I like so much better. Healing from sexual betrayal trauma has transformed me into a new woman, and yet I am more me than I have ever been. You will find you again.
Keep hoping. You will get through this. (((Hugs)))
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