When I finally started coming to terms with the emotional abuse that I grew up with, journaling, and therewith writing, really became a lifeline.
Everybody gets that. I don’t believe that anyone, any human being, doesn’t from time to time have a meltdown. Welcome to the human race.
The problem with being told to leave my comfort zone for me as a survivor of abuse is that for the longest time I had no comfort zone.
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.
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.
Finding out about emotional abuse is a delicate balance of terrifying euphoria. It is both feeling liberated and a staring into the abyss.