Emotional abuse is something I've had to live with for years. There are days when I still find it very difficult to take a compliment because of all that had happened. It's also very difficult to talk about because it's not something that's easy to talk about.
I once told someone that it was like being in a very deep well. You're so far down that you think there's no way you could possibly ever get out. You see the light sometimes but the water level is rising and you can't stay afloat forever so all you want to do is just stop moving and cave in to the weight that's dragging you down. There are moments where you can hold on to the side and pull yourself. You begin to see daylight but then you slip and have to go through this all over again.
I have wonderful friends who, without knowing it, are helping me by always being so kind to tell me positive things. They are helping me climb out of that well and some days I'm able to do it myself but there is always a slip and I'm back down again where I didn't want to be. I'll reach the top one day or maybe I won't but I'm not going to stop trying even though every cell in my body wants to. It's not in me to give up but I'm constantly at war with this and I really hate it some days.
