I came across a blog today. I read it. I closed the page, and later I went back to find it. I kept drawing back to this post. She titled it "He wrote it down." I related on so many levels. I posted on face book, and later my mom commented. She reminded me that she will always be here, no matter what I decide. I am still trying to figure out what me dancing on this grave will look like. I think, it just becomes a metaphor for whatever helps me to heal. I cannot literally dance on his grave, he is still very much alive. I could file a police report, but it would be a longer process than theirs was. I am only 19 I could still prosecute until at least age 23. I am not sure what good that would do. What's done is done. I am trying to move forward. I just don't know exactly what that looks like right now. I will continue to pray, and I ask that you do the same. I know that God will provide healing and comfort in his own time, I just need the strength to get through today.
I will leave you with one of my favorite songs. Broken Girl by Matthew West. An amazing reminder that in God's eyes I am perfect, whole, and pure.