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I can no longer handle being a human punching bag.
Reblogging since it’s BPD awareness month!
You get mad, you get strong, wipe your hands shake it off, AND YOU STAND.
Accept this change and move on…
Break the cycle.
I guess this is how you are forced into a new beginning. I will get my light back. I will shine again.
I’m a warrior. I’m a survivor. You will no longer control me. I CONTROL ME.
I feel so stupid.
Stupid for believing each “I’m trying” “it’ll get better” or “I’m sorry”
I’m also stupid for believing I was crazy. Or believing I couldn’t do life on my own. You made me feel worthless.
Here’s to being the best single momma I can be. My baby girl is my world and she’s definitely all I got left.
Someday. Thats all I got. Someday I’ll
Be happy. (Maybe). Someday maybe I won’t be a shell of myself anymore.
But today, I won’t let you have power over me. Today I can try to control my fear. Today I can learn how to feel safe.
I am not a victim. I am a
Survivor.
I am not crazy. And I am definitely not alone. For now I am safe. But I am constantly looking over my shoulder. I am constantly afraid. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I am numb. They say it’s the PTSD.
I will stop the cycle. Since childhood it’s been bad man after bad man after bad man.
Even if I have to be alone the rest of my life.
I WILL BREAK THE CYCLE.
You are free, or about to be.
That is something I will never be again.
Constantly looking over my shoulder. Making sure my doors are locked. Making sure I am safe. Dont go to the store alone. Always have your phone charged.
Yet you are free.
Mentally, I am in torment. Could be the concussion. Could be the PTSD. Could be a number of things. Logically I know I could never go back to you. The rest of me is confused why I still love you.
Is this a trauma bond? Was this all a fake?
Hoping to someday be normal again. Be happy again. Everyone says I deserve it. It’s just going to be a long long road to get there.
You hold yourself so well, people would never suspect you're going through hell.