Even on the days when I don’t want to love you, I do. Even when I’m screaming at the stars, telling whoever is up there to take away this feeling, it never goes away.
It’s never easy, but if you’ve already left your abuser, you’ve done the hardest part. But now that you’re dealing with the aftermath, how do you heal?
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.
It’s still heartbreaking to me, how much love we let go to waste.
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.
I’m weeding out every last bit of you. My garden will no longer be contaminated by your abuse, your lies, your harsh words.