september is a hard month for me for reasons like:
*it’s been eleven years since I was physically abused and saw all my family blame me;
*I was trying to defend myself, but in the end I was guilty, because I never felt like following the rules and being like everyone else;
*because my “mother” accused me and threatened me in so many ways, and still does it;
*especially because I remember all the hard moments, all the tears and the anxiety/fear that I feel even with minor decisions in life, like opening a window or choosing something to wear;
**because I remember every time that I kinda give the power to the woman who gave birth to me to say whatever she wants, but I’m learning to use my own voice and standing up against her;
you guys, an abusive relationship can happen anywhere and with anyone, even inside your household or with your closest relatives; NEVER give up on fighting against it and >using your own voice<, ‘cause when you do, they win.
don’t let anyone tell you you’re the victim in all this, because >you’re NOT< and >will NEVER BE< the one to blame. I had to learn this in the hardest way possible, and I’m still learning it. you’re stronger than you think, you just are, okay?