Sometimes, when I sit and think about all the abuse I have endured, which is every type, to a severe level – sexual violence, child sexual abuse, psychological, mental, emotional, physical, spiritual….. abuse since birth….. continuing for decades….
Endured several sociopaths, several narcissists, a sadistic psychopath and a paedophile, set up my own mother to be sexually abused as a child, scapegoating abuse – which is psychologically horrendous….two abusive marriages…….the list is massive…
I do wonder how the hell I am still alive.
It makes me realise, just how strong I really am…… even though most of the time, I feel the opposite.
No-one could survive all that, and not be strong and courageous.
I must hold onto knowing this.
Plus I am decent person, who helps others, has empathy. I am not perfect, but I do have gifts and talents and I need to hold onto that.
I added my picture today, to my website, as an act of courage, because I refuse to be harmed by threats from the past, any longer. And I am not a fan of pictures of myself. But this one is okay.