Since I have been away from my family, I have not missed them even for a single second. If there had been love, there had been grief.
If it was not for my friends, I would have been lost. I’d not have been able to even leave my family, or make it through the healing either.
Maybe I confused anger for bitterness. I assumed that being angry somehow made me trapped in the toxic environment.
The abuser’s echo are overwhelming, and can make you despair. On days when those echos are loud, the doubt may creep back in.
I once heard someone speak of the children of narcissists as Bonsai Children. We are put in a small pot, our growth is stunted, our potential seems lost.
I cannot even count the number of times people have said to me: You can’t just cut contact, they are your parents! Guess what? Yes, I can!
It is easier to accept that someone has been a target of abuse when they have bruises to show. It is not the bruises that hurt most, it is feeling unlovable
Finding out about emotional abuse is a delicate balance of terrifying euphoria. It is both feeling liberated and a staring into the abyss.
Our minds get stronger with all the mental weightlifting we do! If we keep doing the work, keep showing up… we will heal. We are the Olympians of Healing!
I bet you did not know that today is Forgiveness Day! It is always a touchy subject, but one I think that we need to keep discussing on SwanWaters.