[This is part of the sexual assault series.]
I have a bunch of drafts in my posts, because I want to talk about things specifically. But suffice it to say, the gist of all of it is that I’m just not here.
I feel like I’ve said this idea before in various ways – like I’m living trapped in the glass box and everything.
But I just do not feel present. I’m floating around in all these cool cities, at a cool job, in a great apartment… and I’m not there.
It’s like I’m just watching some TV version of my life. I’m not in it, not living it, not feeling it. I’m just watching it all happen… Even though I feel like I’m the one trapped behind the glass of TV set – which I suppose kinda doesn’t make sense.
But does any of it?
That’s all I have to say on this now since I’ll be expanding (hopefully before you know it) in other posts…
I’m just not here.
[This is part of the sexual assault series.]