I know I felt damaged for a while from the abuse I had gone through, and that I was so different from the rest of the world because of it. I was always quite and alone. Once I finally moved out of the abusive household and in with the other half of my family who encouraged me to go out and make friends and have a life I was still different but I began healing and I got the help that I needed and now I no longer allow my past abuse to control my life. Instead I want it to push me forward, to better myself emotionally, mentally, and socially. I want to help other people overcome their bad past, I might not have a perfect life but I'm determined to keep trying to better my life. My past is always behind me, reminding me of what I had gone through during my childhood and I use it to make sure my children have it better.
Healing is a process. It takes time, and it takes support. I'm lucky I had and still have such wonderful support, for now I don't live in constant fear or submission.
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