• Bitter. • Sometimes it comes in spouts of sunshine. Warm, welcoming, loving embraces of serotonin radiate the pure beauty of what seems to be a fixation of a happy life. So closely within reach I can barley taste the bitter memory of •victim • in the back of my throat,. On these rare occasions Each person directed in my perspective are almost to the point of perfection, that I no longer envy for being •normal• I can feel myself wanting to be social again, encouraged to change for the better for I no longer see myself as a victim of sexual abuse for I am cured ! I tell myself. No,. I dont need recovery any longer. No,. I dont need reassurance! Of course not!. Silly girl,. No I am not bothered by the way your eyebrows just raised slightly to the left,. No it totally didnt affect my people pleasing,. No im not looking for ways to keep you or others from abandoning me. I am just like YOU. Happy. Healthy . Healed. ! My abuse has not influenced me whats so ever!. I'm. Fine.! Denial is a beautifully dressed secret isnt it.?. Until the celebration is over and darkness rolls in once more. Yet again I stand face to face with the left overs of a unforgettable meal Id rather not finish. I knew i shouldnt of hosted that dinner. To many secrets not enough people to feed,. I watch as my Trauma pours down the Sunday china, quickly overflowing its crystal glasses , the silverware falling to the ground , yet not one chair has been emptied. For my party is not yet full. Thats the thing about a unhealed person,. Something always. Wants. More. Trying my best to hold my composure I can see my past folding her legs to the side as a sign to leave, just as instability hisses back at shame for being to loud. Every part of me fighting to be heard in the back of my mind. Exhausted, I step back. Recognizing this Clearly no longer welcomes who I am. For I was never invited to begin with. I hold fears hand tightly,. You see fear is always is there for me. He keeps me safe. He's my bestfriend. And until I can find a way to let him go. I will forever be serving Trauma as the main course to those whos mouths never deserved a taste of bitter memory.