I was robbed.
Robbed of some of my most valuable possessions.
I was robbed of my heart and future.
It was all taken so quickly, and there is so much trauma from the process.
Trying to find people who have also been robbed, like me, is tough.
All robbed so differently, but the pain and trauma experienced so similar.
Searching for answers on how to pull the pieces back together.
If only I could write or talk about some of the things we went through.
I’m so scarred that I can’t yet.
The scarring has left fear and anxiety.
Fear and anxiety like none other, just wondering if I will be robbed again.
Life isn’t the same.
Most days, I want to hop back in a time machine and live with my heart and future.
Staying there and living the same days over and over and never going forward, avoiding the trauma and future to come.
However, it’s not possible.
Looking forward to future plans and dreams isn’t the same.
Things I once found happiness in bring fear.
Things I took for granted now hold so much weight.
I was robbed quickly and traumatically.
I was robbed of it all.
I was robbed of you.
