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Night after night I feared for my mother’s life as well as mine, and I grew to resent my father, who tried to cure his issues with alcohol. Being so little while this was happening, I felt helpless and looked for protection from my mother, which she couldn’t give me. Read the full story here 
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I was pregnant with our son when the verbal and emotional abuse became physical. While he hurt me everyday, we did have good times as well – unless I said or did the 'wrong' thing or tried to talk to my family. Click here to read the full story  My insides were screaming at me to leave him, but because I was so filled with shame, I didn’t want to be judged for telling the truth. Read the full story here 
Because I didn't want to lose him, I lost yourself in the process. I became that person who kept being mistreated and formed a habit of saying "I'm used to it". I became that person who kept being unappreciated and began to tell myself "It's okay". I became that person who kept being undervalued and learned how to say "I'm fine". I became that person who kept being put last and naturally reacted with "Whatever...". I became that person who kept being taken for granted and dealt with it by repeating "Everything's okay". I became that person who kept being unhappy and kept telling people "I'll be fine". No one is worth losing yourself for. No one is worth suffering for at the expense of your happiness. No one is worth tormenting yourself over for the sake of making them happy. Perhaps losing that person is the only way you'll be able to get yourself back. Perhaps, as much as you don't want this to be true, that person is the only thing standing in your way of finding yourself . That person is the only reason you lost yourself in the first place. adapted from a piece found written anonymously  |
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