Thu - May 27, 2004

Why I could never be a social worker or in law enforcement  


It's 1/4 till 4am. I can't sleep. I'm still missing Robyn, but that isn't what is keeping me awake. What is keeping me awake is that another friend of mine, no one that any of you know, told me how her ex boyfriend had raped her, brutally. She didn't give me the details, but enough that it's very good that I don't know who this man is. Every time I hear a story like this I pray to God that he will keep me away from the rapists and the child molesters, unless he wants me in jail. She tells me about it and asks me if I'm ok, she's very strong. She's a sweetheart and a wonderful person and she's dealing with it all so well. But am I ok? Isn't it somehow backwards that I feel traumatized by these tales? Shouldn't I be strong and silent, but that's the problem, I can only be silent for fear of breaking down. If I speak to much the words will fail me and the thoughts of the horrors committed against this sweet child of God come flooding in.

My chest is tight. I need to sleep. 
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