Diary of an Abused Woman

April 12, 2013 by Laura Johnson  
Published in Women

My journal entries.

November 23, 2006, 1:13a.m.

     I really thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse than they already are. I was wrong. You know the answer to some of the most simplest questions tell so much about a person. Someone asked me how I felt today and the first word that was on the tip of my tongue was not “fine.” It was “dirty”. I don’t know where that came from. I use to be a cheerful person. If a stranger spoke to me, then I would speak back. Now, I find that I look down when I walk. I don’t even recall when that started happening. I think I am becoming ill. It seems as if all my strength has been sucked out of me. One minute I’m fine and the next minute I can barely stand up. I don’t understand it, but it’s been happening for the last three days. My biggest fear is that I am slowly dying.

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