That’s something I’ve heard on more than one occasion from people close to me, namely family members. It came from a place of love but this idea, that statement, is very harmful.
For the REST of my LIFE, I will carry this trauma with me. Until the day I die. It will forever and always be a part of me and my story. He killed my dogs, abused me in one of the worst cases of domestic abuse that many advocates/people in the system have seen, and I got PTSD from it. So no, I can’t “move on.” I had someone comment that now that I got justice with the civil suit, I can finally leave this behind me. And while I appreciate the sentiment, that’s not how it works. Now I grieve and am working through sadness at the thought of moving forward in my life. What does that mean if Kirby and Daisy aren’t the forefront of my life anymore? It’s not that simple. You don’t ever move on from your trauma. You might learn to carry it differently, but it is always, always there.
Sarah's Story 