I am daily touched by the lives that are portrayed in these blogs. Today I want to take the time to write to all the broken girls.
I am so deeply sorry for the abuse and trauma you have been faced with. I wish I could take all your pain and heartbreak away. I am so sorry that you have been broken and wounded.
You need to know, it’s not your fault. That you don’t deserve to be broken, that you don’t deserve to be hurting, scared, frustrated or lonely.
You need to know people are listening, they are here reading and feeling your pain right along beside you. You need to know that you aren’t alone and that you are loved.
You are loved because you are lovable. Often times brokenness makes us feel like we are not deserving of love but we are.
You might not have family or friends. You might have those, like I do and still feel so broke and alone but we have each other. You can find so much healing and grace in these women on these blogs. It is possible to put our pieces back together and embrace the new masterpiece we have become.
The abuse we have been through is not the ending of our stories but the turn we were unfortunately forced to take. It’s time to embrace the change in direction and love the people we have become. It’s ok to be broken.
With our brokenness we are no longer the same as everyone else. You have unique pieces, shaped like no one else. We can adjust to the new us if we let go of the image we have of what we used to be.
If you’re broken, don’t be scared to comment below, I’d love to take a look at your blog, listen to your story! Even post a link to some of your work you’d really like me to read because I want to read.
I don’t get it! My grandparents made life long friends in the military. Friends they went to visit long after their military career was over. They were social butterflies and I do lack that.
I’ve been depressed lately. But first time in my life it’s let’s say selective depression. It’s only about all my close friends being what feels like forever away.
It’s no secret I have hated being in this state. And maybe that’s my issue. I need to accept we are here. And we aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.
I know I signed up for this when I married my husband. I knew what was in store for this military life. Sure not all of it but I knew we’d be moving, away from family, stuck in places we love and places we hate.
It’s not like I want to give up on the military life. I like it changing. But recently, it’s been lonely. My husband doesn’t quite catch on when I just need him to be a friend but I learned a while back I can’t expect my husband to fill every need I have. That’s why God gives us the capacity to love more than one person. He puts others in your life so you don’t have just one person you’re leaning on for everything. I’ve screwed relationships up in the past because I thought a guy, including my husband needs to be my everything. No one can be your everything. No one can handle that roll. Well except for God.
But I just want a friend, near me to count on, to talk to, that wants a friend as much as I do. I know when we become mothers/wives other priorities get in the way of friendship and that’s ok. But I just want someone I can hang out with before my time of exhaustion hits.
I need to give it to God. Keep praying and keep trying. I’ve been the most social in this last month versus any other time in my life yet I still feel so alone. I know that’s what depression does, how it makes you feel.
For now, all I can do is keep it up and ask God to answer my friend wanted add!
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I had a wonderful awful experience with a friend tonight. I hate to call it wonderful when our subject was so heartbreaking. But it is so good and bad to have a friend, friends that have experienced abused to be able to open up and talk with them. To understand how they feel. To relate. I never want for anyone to be abused but for those of us that have been abused , it is like finding a kindred spirit.
We went to a friends house, I knew some of her story, she has been physically abused in a “past life”. She too no longer wants to have any contact with her abuser ( a relative). But the words we shared will touch my life forever.
I think when victims find other victims, they feel validated. You finally hear the words you need to hear because they are the only ones that can say them. It’s not a secret club, not one I would want for anyone to be part of but often times you just know. Automatically, hey! You’re a victim too!
I met this wonderful women and hung out several times before she shared a little of her story with me. I was in a freak out about finding child care, and she got it. She was the same way, less of a freak out because she is a lot more level headed than me! But it was the aftermath of this blog on my life. A time where now I am not going to stay silent. She was one of the first people I bravely told of my background of incest and rape. It was via text message but it was a fresh start. A start to speak and it blossomed to being able to put it into worlds and say out loud. Words I have never spoken to even my family. Freeing. So freeing these words have been!
But tonight sharing our stories of abuse and family drama amazed me. Mainly because our backgrounds are so different yet our stories are “similar”. Maybe I should say feelings are similar. Our abuse was completely different yet very much the same pain and trauma.
We worry about our safety, about our children, about our relationships.
If you’re having a difficult time facing your abuse, I suggest you seek refuge in someone that understands your pain! In a blog here, support group, a friend in your life! We can help each other heal!