Artistic Downfall

Artistic Downfall

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One day you have completely nothing. Still in that abusive relationship and when he's to controlling to trust you to go to your studio to paint. You just shatter. You crumple. I started to believe that maybe I was to ugly, that I was thankful that he loved me and that if we ever got married that I would be lucky. Maybe he's right? After a night where he took it to far I just ran. I couldn't take it. I didn't bring anything. I took off. I found myself completely lost, god knows where in some stupid woody area in my bare feet. Clothes torn and my face still bloody. But for some odd reason I was meant to en up beaten to a inch of my life because I needed to get somewhere apparently, where? I don't know yet.
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I used to think love was all about finding someone to make you feel whole. But as the days passed, watching him laugh with his friends, I started to realize something. I was waiting for someone else to validate me, to give me the affection I craved. But the truth hit me hard-I needed to start with myself. I stopped measuring my worth by his attention, or anyone else's. I stopped seeking approval in the way I looked, the things I said, or the way I walked into a room. Slowly, I learned that the most important love was the one I could give myself. I didn't need his smile or his words to feel seen. It wasn't easy, but I started finding peace in my own reflection. I became more comfortable with who I was-flaws, mistakes, and all. I realized that I didn't need anyone to complete me. I was whole, just as I was. That why I wrote a story about my personal experience with love .

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