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As I think back to long ago to childhood days gone by
Can I remember a time at all when I really smiled inside
Not really not much but that's all in the past
One thing I know for certain I can be myself at last.

Those weepy days of sorrow, those lonely nights of fear,
I kissed goodbye to all of that and my worries just disappeared
All I am is all I have and that’s good enough for me
I dry my eyes and spread my smile cos there’s no-one I'd rather be

Now I live in here and now I take one day at a time
There is so much life ahead of me
The world is going to be mine.

Kelly – adult survivor of childhood abuse

When you're at your lowest and ready to give in
Grit your teeth and start again, remember you can win
Every day that you wake up be determined in your mind
That you'll enjoy it to the full, I think that you may find

Each day is like a bonus and what more could you ask
Strength will come with each new day
Growing bit by bit
I believe that you can do it so for me just don’t quit.

Kelly – adult survivor of childhood abuse

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‘As daydreams deepen, demon devours’

If these walls could talk, isn’t that how the saying goes,

Demon a constant perched on my nose,

As I sit by the phone all alone, awaiting that any caller,

Silence remains,

Feeling forgotten further and smaller,

Days on repeat as the coward, the loner, the expert moaner,

No wife, no children, everything for I frozen still,

No matter, the doctor has reached out with the answer... A single happy pill,

Another week too weak to work, no income no sum to the family table,

Feeling like a burden, a jerk,

Living life through files of old photos that hold smiles,

Now just a fable, now just a fable,

The outside feared,

Stains now medals on clothes and a grown beard,

Will life get any better if so when, so I pull out the paper and pen,

To my niece I am sorry,

I am sorry for no hugs, no holding hands, no claps,

I am sorry for the pushes away and fuse snaps,

Guilty I should take to the stand,

...To promise you play days by the park, bedtime stories and simple walks,

Screaming down the microphone as you learn to ride the bike,

Wait, I can still do all those things, it doesn’t have to be this way,

Today, I can break down that door and talk.
 

Christopher - In recovery from Anorexia Nervosa