This goes hand in hand with my last post – I have thought this so many times throughout my life. I have always felt misunderstood. Some people look at me and see the smile I use to hide my pain and they criticize away at me and my life and my choices. What most don’t know or see is the life long abuse that got me there, the dirty hands that touched me, the hurtful words that scared me, the actions that told me I was unloved, and the lies that changed my life – all at the hands of others.
I never thought of it as a price paid before – I have always looked at is as the sacrifices I have made to stay alive despite haunting thoughts and memories, sacrifices made to be able to say “I’m okay”, to be able to keep moving on, to be able to rise above it all and know my life means something. This is why I try to be understanding of others, even of my sisters. Childhood abuse changed them too, we just reacted in different ways.
What are your thoughts?
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