Today is Have a Bad Day Day, I wasn’t aware there was a specific date for this. I have bad days more than once annually, and I am sure that is not just me.
I have left a family behind when I decided that enough was enough. Since then I have gathered a group of close friends around me, all of whom I consider my True Family, my family of choice.
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 was engaged in a war at home against myself, my family, the lies, the pain. I was fearful, angry, heartbroken, insecure, stressed, always on full alert…
Many people only associate PTSD with combat soldiers, and those who have dealt with domestic violence know what it is like to fight a constant war at home
I have talked about the less than discriminating nature of abuse. It happens anywhere in different settings. Another factor that is not considered: gender.
An abuser is never only one thing to one person. They are partners, parents, co-workers, managers, ministers, preachers, neighbors or community leaders.