We all have ghost from the past that haunt us. Things we’ve seen that we can’t shake off, and won’t let us sleep at night. There are choices we wish we never made. We are some times broken. Desperately gasping for air. We feel dead inside and our hearts go cold, but our faces wear a mask of happiness to avoid uncomfortable conversations.
Sometimes we walk around feeling hollow, pretending to be people we aren’t and to a certain point we don’t even know who we are. Our identities taken from us, or lost in an abyss. Lost souls looking to find home and peace within themselves. I know how I got to this point; it’s complex and dark, and hard to stomach. I was a little girl. There were things happening to me that I didn’t understand, or wished I didn’t understand. My space was invaded and I would suppress it. Pretending that it wasn’t me it was happening to, because things like that didn’t happen to innocent people. But it was happening and it was real.
For years I was told I was stupid, fat, and lazy. I was doomed from the day I was born. Raised by a sister who was constantly taken advantage of by different men. We lived in a house hold where secrets simmered under a blanket of lies. Each of us stained by men. Our innocence tainted. It kills us slowly. Trying not to think of it. Wishing it didn’t happen feeling dirty and used. Our minds feel empty. Like there’s nothing left because all of our thoughts were taken from us at a young age. I remember how scared I was. How I knew what was coming every time I came home from school. It became our routine.
There are times where I’ll be doing something and I think about everything that’s happened to me, the abuse, the different guys I’ve let inside me, how I was told I was nothing. How I let myself believe that I’m not worth anything, and I get pissed off. I hate myself for letting myself submit to so much mistreatment. Sometimes I can feel my sanity leaving, my mind withering away. I can’t think as clearly, I can’t speak properly, and I become more withdrawn from the world. I become lost in my own mind. I trap myself in dark thoughts and I won’t let myself escape.
I’ve literally become two different people. Problem is I don’t know which one is me. Who the fuck am I? I look into the mirror and I swear I can’t seem to process who’s looking back at me. It’s almost like I don’t know my own reflection. I continue to let myself used as some dishrag because I believe that’s what I’m worth. Like as much as I might desire love, I’m not worthy of it. I’m honestly pretty sure I’m cursed, because I’ve been fucked over by almost every guy in my life. Let’s save that for later though.
Sometimes I can see the person I was supposed to be, or the person I could be. But her image is kinda fades. I wish it was as easy as ripping all the bullshit from your heart. Kinda like when you rip a piece of duct tape from your skin like dusting of rubble and dust from a gold totem. I wish it would be that easy to take the unbearable pain away. I want the scars on my skin to fade away. Because I swear there are nights where I feel like all hope is lost. I’ve been fighting for six years to recover …and I’m just confused now. Maybe I’m confused because despite all this bullshit I’m rambling about, all the hate, anger,and hopelessness. I’m still fierce, fighting, and strong. I still have hope and my heart burns with a passion to live life to it’s fullest.
I just need it to get better.
I want to live.
Yours is one of the first ones I’ve read since I joined about 5 minutes ago. Life is hard. I hear you. All the words we tell ourselves and the torture it causes would seem like we could stop it but it doesn’t stop. My technique, well I have several, but when your thoughts start to spiral think of something positive immediately. If you can come up with a mantra “Peace, peace, peace” or any words that you have that are not negative, repeat them over and over until you feel better. Sometimes it just isn’t enough but there are times it will work. I’m trying to deal with similar issues and I just broke up with someone. It’s day to day. I hope joining this site helps. I don’t know how it all works here but I just wanted to reach out to you because I could feel your pain and I care. You are totally worth it!! Peace!
you will get through this. find someone to talk to about it don’t let it stay locked up that’s when it will damage the rest of your life. if you can’t find a friend to talk to seek someone professional. remember you have survived you are strong. you are worth it and someday when you are ready someone will show you that. you have a right to feel we all have a right to feel and you have a right to let that out so you don’t have to keep feeling it over and over again. let yourself be free. see yourself for the survivor that you are and don’t allow the rest of your life to be demolished by the person that did this to you. you don’t deserve that (hugs)
You are not alone and you are worth so much more than you think. Keep fighting and stay strong. Find someone to talk to, you’ll feel so much better. Hugs!