I’m holding all the secrets of so many people.
Secrets that really need to be told, but can’t.
terrible stories of abuse, physical, sexual, abandonment, violence, incest, children.
The people can’t tell their stories because it will ruin families, break families apart, the ripple effect will be huge. Because they are afraid of not being believed, or being shunned, of falling apart themselves.
I look at all the choshuver shpitz names and families and think, if only people knew.
I have to close down my heart in order not to tell.
I watch these tormented souls desperately trying to live with their trauma.
I know they will survive, I pray they will survive.
After all, I was one of them and I survived.