Obscure 10 yr milestone
This week has marked 10 years of victory for me. As most days, it came and went with little to no notice, except by me. I had braced myself for my morbid anniversary, aware that 10 years is quite a milestone and ready for a possible emotional day. Alas, it passed like every day in the last 9-9.5 years... uneventful. My mind was on that day, though. The day I was attacked and I became a victim and a statistic. That same day I also became a victor. I didn't shrink back in fear and shame. I pulled back the violent shroud from this event and did all I could to ensure my attacker was caught and incarcerated. While I had healing to do, and the scar may fade a bit, it's ever present in my mind. I take a little comfort in knowing that I don't look or act the part of the victim, but that takes work still. I give all the credit of my victory to God. He was with me, comforting my soul while my body was victimized. In that way, I was able to keep my "self" in check. My soul,