Sunday, June 10

If I thought that I had known fear before I was wrong. There are three definitions:

Right now, I will admit that I've just been scared out of my senses this morning. Scared in the sense of the first and second definition. I had a dream (I'm sure you're already rolling your eyes) and it was the scariest thing I have ever experienced. Do you know what I dreamt about?

Rape.

I woke up crying. It was simply horrible you know. I grabbed my rosary immediately and cried as I prayed. Tears fill my eyes just by mentioning it. In Form One when we were all asked to write down our fears I wrote 'death' remember? But I'm not afraid of death. My worst fear is rape. I don't know whether I would survive any longer if I went through such an ordeal. I'm so scared when I think about it.

I have met a few friends who have been raped and had children from that incident. I can only imagine what they went through. The trauma from it must be horrible. It is scary and it will haunt you forever. At least dreams can be forgotten (although I wonder about this one), but that real life thing will stay forever.

I just want to offer a prayer up for all young women who have gone through rape and for those of us who have not that we may be protected by God and to look after our bodies from the prying eyes of lustful men.

:(

our love lingers at 7:55:00 AM
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