
Abuse and trauma survivor - these are my stories in no particular order. Content warnings and triggers everywhere. Adult blog; 18+ only.
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I Still Think About Him Basically Every Time I Get A Quiet Moment: In A Fitting Room, At A Red Light,
I still think about him basically every time I get a quiet moment: in a fitting room, at a red light, in my office, in the shower.
Recovery is a bitch.
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I Got A New Phone
I'm playing around with the ring tones, attributing specific ones to my regular people.
The tone I used for texts from him was in the list of possibilities. When I heard it my stomach dropped and I broke out into a sweat.
Does this shit ever stop?
I curse him out aloud sometimes. From a memory or a feeling or just general unhappiness.
It's confusing for everyone.
How do I eliminate all thoughts of him?
I still think about him basically every time I get a quiet moment: in a fitting room, at a red light, in my office, in the shower.
Recovery is a bitch.
“What would make someone want to stay in a relationship like that?”
It’s been two years tonight, as of this very moment. Two years since the first time I hated him for a minute.
It took the worst thing that ever happened to me to get me to even consider leaving. And it still took me a year.
Happy New Year
Last year as I entered 2018 broken and scared, I made the decision that, whatever happened, 2018 was not going to look like the Hell that was 2017.
My 2018 in Summary:
1. I cut him off and stuck to it without caving.
2. I took my fitness seriously again and (despite some self inflicted set backs) became stronger than I have ever been.
3. I went back to theatre after a forced 3 year hiatus.
4. I started digging in therapy and made it about me again.
5. I came out.
6. I started dating.
I don't give myself credit often, but I think I kept my promise to myself in a big way.
The romanticized, yet ellusive, idea of happiness isn't real to me, but 2019 feels like it's ripe with potential and possibilities.
It has been a long, long time since I have felt that way.
ready for female bodies to stop being treated as inherently pornographic right about now