Sarah Cooper
When I look in the mirror now I donâ€™t see the terrified child who was systematically abused, both mentally and physically. If you passed me in the street, you wouldnâ€™t notice either. You might see the small scar on my neck that was inflicted by a knife being pressed to my throat. You might notice a lump on my left wrist where the bones didnâ€™t heal properly after it was fractured. You might notice small scars on my arms where I was used as a live ashtray. But you wonâ€™t see the scars that are deep inside me â€“ the ones which take a lifetime to heal. Theyâ€™re ingrained in me, trapped under the surface like fish under a frozen lake, waiting for the moment when the surface cracks and they can come to life again. These mental scars are the demons that haunted me when I was at my lowest point. They came out to torment me, rearing their ugly head in the darkness. Then they would retreat again for a time, making me think Iâ€™d got over what happened to me, only to show up when I least expected it. But with every year that passed, I learnt how to handle the demons more. Every sick and twisted thing that happened in my childhood has made me into the woman I am today. Iâ€™m a survivor. My name is Sarah and this is my storyâ€¦
Nonfiction,Sociology,Abuse,Autobiography,Memoir,True Story,Crime,True Crime,Biography,Autobiography
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