First Words Uttered

And those words I uttered first, are the ones that ravage my life.

“I think I was just raped,” I whispered, whilst tears rolled down my face.

“You should report it.” the taxi driver said, but kindly. 

I didn’t. 

Now I hear my words over and over, while I remember what they did to me. 


About zedmondson

Zoe. 22. Australia. I'm writing to share my experiences with Bipolar Disorder with others. I believe in fighting stigma surrounding mental illness. I believe in being able to wear my heart on my sleeve; or on my blog. And I believe in myself. That's what my blog is all about. Hope you enjoy x View all posts by zedmondson

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