I have been abused.
It's an easy sentence, a difficult statement, and an almost impossible confession.

People around the world are subject to multiple forms of abuse. The most recognizable being physical abuse, followed my mental, and ending with emotional as the most difficult to see. I, however, have experienced all three and am lucky enough (or unlucky enough, depending on how you look at it) to be able to see the signs of any of these forms.

I have been made fun of, put down, yelled at, beaten, broken, cut, left for dead, and still allowed myself to see the "good" aspects of a person and cycle through the abuse again and again. I've been left permanently scarred both inside and out and find myself in a state of panic randomly. I have little to no control of my emotions and lash out in violence to some of those closest to me in belief that its a form of self defense and self preservation. I know what these emotions and the physical and emotion pain of abuse can cause... so why can't I help stop in with other people's broken relationships?

I have friends that are currently in some of the most hurtful relationships and marriages I've witnessed. I've watched the cry, fill themselves with self doubt, give up, and forgive their abuser and allow it to happen again. Trying to intervene will never help, as the abused never want to believe their in that situation. No one wants to believe they've let themselves succumb to such a fate, much less recognize it and ask for help... When there is no physical abuse yet present, asking for help (or even accepting it) becomes even harder.

If someone makes you feel not good enough... If they hurt you, scream at you, put you down, call you names, use you, or anything that makes you feel any less than amazing... You need to let go. It may be the hardest thing you feel you're ever going to do in your life, but it will help you grow stronger in the long run. Don't feel weak if you need help. If you feel in danger, there are people that will do anything for you.

This post is nothing like I wanted it to be because I'm worried about one of these people. I wish she'd read this and understand there are people concerned for her well-being and physical safety. Its not only me. And there are people ready to help her because we all love and adore her and are tired of witnessing her in pain.

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