1/ Throughout my 20s and 30s I forgot who I was and what I wanted, as a result of #domesticabuse. I gave up and just allowed bad things to happen to me. My self esteem was destroyed. I didn’t have opinions on anything, let alone the will to express them. I was crippled by #depression and #anxiety. I was ready to end it all. And then I started getting help. It took a decade for me to piece it all together and realise that domestic abuse was the root cause, then I left her.
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2/ Every time I got more self aware, a little stronger, and started to heal, she’d gaslight me, telling me the opposite - that I was becoming unwell and that my behaviour was unacceptable. She was my Annie Wilkes, pretending to care for me while at the same time smashing my ankles with a mallet.
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Reading this is so powerful, and it hits close to home. ❤️ It takes so much courage to share something this raw, and I'm sending you all the applause for being so brave.

Your words about gaslighting... that 'Annie Wilkes' analogy is spot on. That feeling of someone undermining your reality while pretending to care is insidious.

Thank you for sharing your story. It's a reminder that we're not alone in this, and that healing is possible, even if it takes time.

Keep going, friend. You've got this. We've got this. #SurvivorStrong #HealingJourney #YouAreNotAlone