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A dear cyber friend of mine recently gave me permission to post this. I was with her as she battled the demons in her life, having battled my own. Her personal story should give those of you courage who also have to walk a dark path for awhile. It is sometimes hard to see the light in such darkness, but she is a testament that it can be done. Now here is her story:
It was just a distracted moment during commercials. I tend to 'get into' my shows, so when a break came, I drifted off a bit ...
and I looked around my house, this beautiful, big, clean house ... so very far from the foul smelling matted-carpet 14x70 trailer I lived in just two years ago, and there is no dogsh*t on the couch, there is no coffee stain on the ceiling, there is no hole in the wall from rats chewing their way in or fists punching their way out ... and I just cried ...
and my children have everything they need, they are sleeping quietly in their own rooms; there is good food and nice clothing, and I don't have to dig through a dumpster to find something salvageable to sell to make ends meet ...
and day after day goes by with no one yelling at me, no one calling me vile, hateful names, no one threatening me or my pets or my family, and it is just so quiet ... no screeching music, no blaring TV, there is nothing to drown out so that the neighbors can't hear ...
and I'm not working now but I'm in college, and averaging a 3.5 or better in all of my classes, and I have compliments from my classmates on my work; even from my teachers ... and I think of how far this is from being told I am stupid, ignorant, lazy, worthless, irresponsible, incompetent ...
and I cried some more because just two years ago I had no idea how horrible my life was ... it was just my life, what I was told I had brought upon myself, what I deserved for any and all wrongs I had committed, real or imagined ... and how hard it was to walk away from 'all I had' when in fact, I had nothing; less than nothing, I had no self-esteem, no dreams left, no pride; only fear of change.
I don't know what I did to deserve the many blessings bestowed on me and my family since I left that 14x70 prison cell. Sometimes I still don't feel like I deserve all I enjoy, and I have to try and remind myself that I am not the person (ex-husband) tried to make me think I was. Sometimes I still question how a wonderful, kind, passionate man can love me completely, unconditionally, and deeply, flawed as I am. But my sweet (boyfriend) does.
~~~
There is a lot more to my story, of course. I'll stand on top of a mountain and shout it to the world if it would help just one more person get out of the place that I was in only two years ago.
Here is a link to help explain the darkness that surrounded me:
Buttercup Loves Wesley
It was just a distracted moment during commercials. I tend to 'get into' my shows, so when a break came, I drifted off a bit ...
and I looked around my house, this beautiful, big, clean house ... so very far from the foul smelling matted-carpet 14x70 trailer I lived in just two years ago, and there is no dogsh*t on the couch, there is no coffee stain on the ceiling, there is no hole in the wall from rats chewing their way in or fists punching their way out ... and I just cried ...
and my children have everything they need, they are sleeping quietly in their own rooms; there is good food and nice clothing, and I don't have to dig through a dumpster to find something salvageable to sell to make ends meet ...
and day after day goes by with no one yelling at me, no one calling me vile, hateful names, no one threatening me or my pets or my family, and it is just so quiet ... no screeching music, no blaring TV, there is nothing to drown out so that the neighbors can't hear ...
and I'm not working now but I'm in college, and averaging a 3.5 or better in all of my classes, and I have compliments from my classmates on my work; even from my teachers ... and I think of how far this is from being told I am stupid, ignorant, lazy, worthless, irresponsible, incompetent ...
and I cried some more because just two years ago I had no idea how horrible my life was ... it was just my life, what I was told I had brought upon myself, what I deserved for any and all wrongs I had committed, real or imagined ... and how hard it was to walk away from 'all I had' when in fact, I had nothing; less than nothing, I had no self-esteem, no dreams left, no pride; only fear of change.
I don't know what I did to deserve the many blessings bestowed on me and my family since I left that 14x70 prison cell. Sometimes I still don't feel like I deserve all I enjoy, and I have to try and remind myself that I am not the person (ex-husband) tried to make me think I was. Sometimes I still question how a wonderful, kind, passionate man can love me completely, unconditionally, and deeply, flawed as I am. But my sweet (boyfriend) does.
~~~
There is a lot more to my story, of course. I'll stand on top of a mountain and shout it to the world if it would help just one more person get out of the place that I was in only two years ago.
Here is a link to help explain the darkness that surrounded me:
Buttercup Loves Wesley