Welcome back to another blog post with Morty!
Since you last heard from me, things have been a little busy on my end. Being in the second stage of a program can sometimes get a little overwhelming. Second stage, for anyone that doesn’t know, it’s where you are now focusing on post-secondary school and eventually transitioning into independence. I have to say that every time I say the word “independence” I get anxious! But hey, working on that in therapy lol!
So on the last blog, we left off talking about how it all sort of began. I was raised in a family where there was constant love but also there were moments of sadness. I’m mentioning this because people think that you have to grow up in a bad environment to end up falling into the cracks, and sure there may be a more likely chance, but to be honest, it doesn’t matter. Whether you were raised in a loving home or not, you could still end up becoming someone you didn’t plan to become.
I didn’t plan to become addicted to a substance. I didn’t plan to get trafficked either, but it happened. I always wonder why it happened to me and my answer is that I don’t know. I will never know. I just know that I made it out. Not a lot of us make it out. Sometimes the trauma bond is so strong that it will make a survivor believe that they are where they are supposed to be. It’s not their fault. Sometimes a survivor is too far gone in their addiction that only they can decide if they want to receive the help they need.
For me, It took a few tries. I wish I could tell you that I got out and that was it, but unfortunately, it was not. Eventually, I was able to finally break that trauma bond. I was able to get sober from a substance that at one point in my life, it was the only thing I cared about and kept me going. As I write this, It’s honestly not easy to see and read. Why? Because I was not the daughter that I wanted to be for my mom, I was not the older sister that my brother needed, and I was not a good friend either.
What I can tell you now is that I have never been so close to my family as I am now. I have gained their trust and support. I have shown them that I can be a good sister and a loving daughter. I am a friend that cares and is there in the good and in the bad. I have also forgiven myself for being really lost and knowing it was not my fault that I got trafficked. I keep learning to be more kind to myself every day.
Stay tuned for next week’s blog and thank you for taking the time to read what I have to say about my story.
Till next time!
Such honesty and insight into such a difficult,life altering experience. There is so much maturity in your continuing story, showing the depth of the healing and restoration taking place in your mind and heart.
May God continue to bless you in your journey.
Thank you for sharing. ❤ 🙏