What It’s Like To Still Love Your Abuser
Love doesn’t magically disappear in a day, although sometimes we wish it would.
Love doesn’t magically disappear in a day, although sometimes we wish it would.
Guilt may be one of the most overlooked yet most active symptoms of PTSD there is.
Your life began before you met them, and will continue long after they’re gone.
For so long, I thought my happy ending was riding off into the sunset, your hand in mine. Turns out the real happy ending is in finding my peace without you.
The emptiness of losing something so strong is overwhelming. The absence Is deafening.
I’ve tried finding myself again. I tried turning this heartache into a journey of self-discovery that I could someday tell my daughter about when her first love rips her heart from her chest. But I couldn’t.
As incredible as it is that we’re finally celebrating our LGBT community with an entire month, it’s unacceptable that we’re forgetting where it began.
Even when it’s small, you’re a small step farther than you were earlier.
I know you hate me. I would too. In fact I do hate myself.