May is Sexual Assault Prevention Month.
I was assaulted in 2001, it was a physical not a sexual assault. I do however identify with all the complications that a woman has with stress, digestive issues, guilt, lack of self worth, in-ability to sleep, and so much more from being assaulted.
This blog will bring you awareness, and if you have experienced it, HOPE. Below is a video that was played downtown Toronto to help bring awareness. If you feel vulnerable, do not watch it. Just skip over it.
For 20 Years I ignored the stress I was feeling. I was stabbed with a screw driver twice, strangled and close to dead. There are so many things I could talk about here. The important one however, is not the abuse or the abuser. It is about the long road to healing that I avoided for over 20 years.
When you hide what is going on, your body deals with it in its own way. Stress kills. Guilt and shame (not because you did anything wrong) break down your self worth. The total disbelief that it could happen and the desire to just forget creep in and destroy any belief that you matter. I get it.
What changed my life after suffering for 13 years was a bottle of doTERRA Peppermint. It took away the pain and swelling that was at the back of my head and neck. It opened my eyes that there was a better way than the megga doses of pain killers I was on (one pain killer was even taken off the market due to the major side effects) and even made me smile every time I opened the bottle.
The brain fog was bad having been without oxygen for so long. Frankincense came into my life a few months later and made a big difference in my ability to put sentences together. I could think ok, but there was a disconnect between my thoughts and my speech. FRUSTRATION at its finest. Live Long Vitality filled even more gaps in my brain and helped to calm the shakes I had constantly within my body.
For over twenty years I just did enough to get by, people had no idea how bad things were. They thought I was functional. I ignored the fact that I was not. When masking became the thing the small balance I had achieved at looking "normal" was shattered. I could not wear any necklaces before masking, or the tie and collars on the uniform shirts, so the issue was not new. But masking made me finally deal with the post traumatic stress, not just find ways to cope. Something good did come from COVID.
My Doctor stopped mid sentence while he typed, he was trying to say "essential oils don't work". He wanted to put me on meds and I refused saying I had oils and they helped. He was about to inform me there was no research on essential oils being used for emotional support when he got into
PubMed.com and discovered lots of articles and studies. He stopped mid sentence and just said "OH". He did go on to say he knew nothing about essential oils, I smiled and said "No problem. I am an essential oil expert."
That being said, I did follow his advice to have therapy, it helped a lot. Wish it had been offered twenty years earlier. My life would have been very different. I do believe we have the experiences we do so that we can help others. I do not regret the experience. It has put me in a place of understanding to help you. Getting help is nothing to be ashamed about. Get help from every avenue available to you. Do not suffer for twenty years like I did.
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