It felt like nothing at first.

Anyone ever had something terrible done to them? I did. Police, doctors counsellors. Everyone was concerned. I wasn’t. Was I suppose to? I was upset sure, but everyone assumed I was suicidal, depressed, I was crazy, I needed help. Putting words in my mouth. Sure I was depressed I still am and was way before this, and sure I’m suicidal but I’ve been for a long time. This changed nothing. Or I though it didn’t. It was funny the first few months I acted like nothing happened. Everyone was concerned, and I was neutral to the whole thing. It never hit me. But as months went by I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t do anything without thinking about it. I was a wreck but obviously as I just started to understand what happened no one cared anymore. I was old news. Funny how things work? I can sleep now, but there’s always that thought in my head, the what if’s pondering my mind. But I can let my terrible incident control my life; my emotions or I can control it, and live the life I want. What will you do?