I have endured and am still enduring a lot of abuse from my family. It's everyone, my mother, my father, friends of the family. There has been and continues to be various types of physical and mental abuse, the majority of it is religious abuse. They tell me that God hates me and that I'm going to Hell. They control every aspect of my life, my clothes, my friends. They don't even know that I have a social media.
Every day I feel severe anxiety, numbness, confused, and empty. I frequently struggle with self loathing and self destructive behaviors. I have issues making deeper connections with people. I keep everyone at arm's length because I'm afraid that if I don't, they'll see me as being weak. I have to keep up this persona of being strong in front of everyone I know. I'm afraid that other people will see me the way I see myself, weak, worthless, useless I stopped self harming a few months ago but I still struggle daily with thoughts of returning to it. I've been planning my escape since I was 13. As soon as I turn 18 I'm leaving the country and moving to the USA. My chapter still isn't over but I'm excited for the future and have high hopes.
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It's not Over When it's Over
SachbücherTrigger warning: Detailed mentions of abuse. This is a collection of people's stories of how abuse has continued to affect them even after they have escaped from their abuser. People often know how difficult escaping abuse on it's own can be but oft...
