Since writing is one of my outlets, and one of my absolute favorite things, my counselor asked me if I would be willing to write out my "story of rape".  I can't seem to find the words to actually talk about it, so maybe writing would be the easiest way.  But I've been staring at a blank sheet of paper for 5 days now.

I keep telling myself "it shouldn't be such a big deal... just start writing."  But I can't do it.  There is some part of me that does not want to see the details in black and white.  Yet, I have to get this out of me somehow.  I want to write it.  I want to tell someone what happened.  I want to validate how I feel.  But I'm so very stuck! 

And being stuck is adding more frustration, and anger, and self-doubt, and.....