Hope
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For several years I was told how to dress, how to do my hair. I was told what to say when talking to anyone outside of E’s circle. I was told what I could spend my own money on. Every aspect of my life was ruled by E. I had no say. Doctors appointments were…
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Not too long ago I was talking to a loved one, and they were talking about how they don’t want to complain about being raped, because it wasn’t violent. They had no broken bones, no bruises. I’ve been there, feeling ashamed, feeling guilty that others were raped and left physically broken, while I was only…
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Sleeping is something that I am horrible at. This has been true for as long as I can remember. As a child, I was terrified of the dark, had horrible night terrors, and was just anxious about sleeping in general. Beside my bed was a picture of a puppy with a Bible verse, ‘Be Still…
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Hope used to be a foreign feeling to me. Something I felt was a stupid emotion for suckers. When I was in my several years long abusive relationship, I watched as my family had hope I’d wake up. I watched the heartache, the tears, the anger, and the devastation my family felt as they watched…
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