How to live with a broken heart
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Ongoing, First published Dec 27, 2022
Mature
This is a story about trauma bonds, abusive response and how to make boundaries. 
I have in the past 6 months seen a lot of women suffer in mentally abusive relationships and exactly for what? is any man really worth that pain and suffering? Throughout 2022 I have learned so much about myself, why I let myself get used by a man too. A man I believed loved me, but he for sure proved me wrong. 
So how do you break this cycle when you have been in it for 12 years? 
I hope I can help other women in the same situation as me and together we will no longer let ourselves get used and have to beg for the bare minimum. 

I need to warn the readers that this story contains depression, anxiety and suicidal thoughts. 
Contact your local lifeline hotline in case you are self-harming and/or suicidal.
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