I don't claim people but they have use the Bible to abuse me my brother said that Jesus didn't condemned rape. He has told his ex girlfriend that he would rape her if saw her on the street. He has abused me I told my church they did nothing and he is continuing to attend I don't after that. He did this to me fuck him. And he hates that cuss so fuckin wat.
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My family has abuse me physically, sexual, finalical, mentally, and emotionally here r the bruise. My brother has said and I heard fr his gf that he would rape her.
1 reaction Must be difficult living a lie, day in, day https://out.Chasing the stories and narratives you fabricated for years and with dozens of people...Telling people how difficult it is, to be with me, as an excuse for all the problems in the house, in your life and the reason why nothing is https://resolved.Im the reason? Ok.
After years in therapy, I know now, it is me.I, am the problem and now,my anger towards this frail image ego, you and your mother, https://built.I no longer will cater to the lies you have told people through your family and friends.
I didn't build it. I was home here,fighting my best, alone.
Telling people, Im out of it, having a bad day, on drugs, incapable and https://violent.When the emotional abuse from you and yours has been going on for years.Years.
I will heal, https://alone.I will be https://alone.I am alone and have been for years now in this home. I am tired of these two believing, a body is presence and bills paid is enough for a woman in the https://home.A provider doesn't only pay the https://bills.A provider, leads, gives grace, teaches,has patterns that are consistently growing forward, not stagnant and cruel. I will take all the blame, the fall and the hit, as https://usual.Thats what I do, for https://them.They can find a passive, mouse dumb good girl to dote,a yes girl,she can excuse and enable their aweful ways, all day. Call a woman names, belittle and talk to her like shes https://stupid.Mock her, go ahead.
A maid can clean theirs and make them eat, go to the Dr and still, take care of life, outside their one job. They do no wrong, the Boys, they, have never apologized, ignore the concerns and they, want to be left https://alone.That is my answer to all issues now, let it lie, sweep it away, ignore it, she'll shut up.
I won't be made useless or idled with Despair
WHY IS CARING hard
IS A DAY off going to make you stronger
THE LIFE OF YOUTH
and the life of Elder's ages
IT'S A FLOWER WHEN FIRST IT'S NEW
it grows old and waxes cold and fades away with the morning dew
THERE ARE people dying
DO YOU CARE ENOUGH FOR THE LIVING
TO HEAL THEIR WORLD
don't abuse your callings of wisdom family spousal units boy friends girl friens care giver positions daughtering being a son, nursing and doctoring
IF YOU'RE IN FAITHFUL relationships try not to cheat
DON'T ABUSE WHAT YOU CONSUME
don't abuse your premises
DON'T ALWAYS HEAL THE WELL when you can care for the sick
DON'T DESPAIR TO TAKE YOUR LIFE TO END ABUSE
YES, IN PARDONING WE'RE PARDONED BUT JUDGE JUSTLY
HEAVEN MIGHT JUST BE VALUED TIME WITH VALUED ONES ON EARTH
SAD N LINELY IN HEAVEN MY FOOT
LINELY N UNSTRONG ON EARTH YES
A DAY OFF FOR STRENGTH
FAMILY SUPPORT OF AND BY YOUR OWN
BIPOLAR BURNOUT
CANADA'S A TREASURE WITH HEALTHCARE WITH VOWS
DON'T ABUSE IT
FAITH IS NOT BLIND BUT ITS HARD
WORK SOMEHOW
AND DO SERVICE TO OTHERS FOR YOUR PAY
LIVE SIMPLY
AND SIMPLY LIVE
AND LEAST OF ALL DON'T DESTRPY ME
poem romantic poem, lyric, school poem
LOVE, APPRECIATION, VALUE, Respect
KEEP WITH YOUR OWN
VISIT AND LOVE ON
PICK YOUR BATTLES DON'T KILL
LEAVE OR STOP
GET THROUGH SOMEHOW
HOPE THROUGH YOUR ACTIONS NOT JUST YOUR WORDS
DON'T FEED PEOPLE THAT DON'T HELP YOU
JUST FEED YOURSELVES
PAIN IS NOT NEEDED TO BE STRONGER
HELP
STRENGTH
HOPE
WARMPTH SOMEHOW
2 reactions I am about to be 27.
I can't think of a time in which i was happy for more than a few days in my 27 years.
My toddler years included trauma, abuse, hence diagnosed with c-ptsd and bpd. My teenage years were all suicidal, very unhappy, very disturbed, not wanting to be alive. My adult years were not different even the slightest.
I am about to be 27. I got married 3 times. Each time i was sure that he was the one, then i left them. Thanks to my personality, or bpd, i never had a healthy relationship. They were all toxic to a degree, because i wasn't aware of my actions. All my life i thought it was other peoples mistakes but then turns out the problem was me, surprize!
I have been diagnosed with BPD at around 23. Then everything suddenly made sense! My god, of course i have borderline, now i understand everything much better. Now i understand why i behaved in the ways i did.
For the last 4 years, i closed my company, now i am unemployed, got married again, hopefully this will be for the last time, living with my husband and our dog. I am so freaking unhappy. I don't even know how to explain, i have been so freaking unhappy my whole life. I AM NOT EXAGGERATING. I have been so unhappy, my whole life.
I don't know and can't see why i should keep going. I am only keep living because if something were to happen to me, my family would be devastated.
But then here comes the dilemma, i am living for other people. I don't enjoy being alive myself, not even a little bit. I don't want to stay here any more. But i have to. How problematic is that? I have to live because people gave me life and they would be very upset if i was gone.
I have been receiving therapy and pills for years now. Changed my therapist enough times. Tried everything. I can't feel better. I can't enjoy life.
My friend's mom killed herself, at the age 45, and she was diagnosed with bpd too. I am afraid that's whats gonna happen to me too. I will keep hanging there for as long as i can, but i've been so freaking unhappy my whole life that i am almost certain i will give up at some point. I am afraid it will be after i have kids, because that is the worse scenario. Therefore i am thinking i can never have kids.
I am feeling pity for myself. I don't love myself. I don't enjoy living. And the worst part is that this was my life's story.
Anyone going through something similar? Anyone who was unhappy their whole existence but who made it out okay? Is it possible?
I don't even know where to go at this point.
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My grandma has schizophrenia and she tells me a lot about how people are following her and how people are putting lice in her hair and how she's super scared of the world. I grew up with her for a while, like since I was like 8 years old until I was 13, so my primary years. So my whole life I have believed her and I've been scared of everybody and now I'm 25, I don't live with her anymore (obviously)but it still messed me up. Now my sister who has a toddler is dealing with schizophrenia along with her fiance and I lived with her for 8 months. I've delt with so much abuse in my family but trying to love someone while they are schizophrenic is really hard and I'm always worried I'll be that way. I hope im not alone in this
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What do you do when someone takes advantage of your kind heart? It’s a question that has been circling in my mind lately. I didn’t realize I was experiencing emotional abuse in a friendship until I began to notice a pattern: after every interaction, I was left feeling confused, dismissed, and unsure of myself.
I recently went through an experience where I was lied to, manipulated, gaslit, emotionally neglected, and undermined. For someone like me, that kind of dynamic is deeply destabilizing. It feels like standing under a harsh light with nowhere to turn—visible in all the wrong ways, exposed to judgment, and left to absorb rejection as if it is proof of something wrong within you.
I’ve been here before.
In relationships, in friendships, even in passing connections with people who never stayed long enough to truly know me. I used to tolerate what I now recognize as emotional abuse because leaving felt heavier than staying. I accepted distortion, silence, ego, and manipulation because it seemed safer than the emptiness I imagined would follow if I walked away. And I told myself, quietly, that having people like that was still better than having no one at all.
But emotional abuse rarely announces itself clearly.
It doesn’t always arrive as cruelty you can point to. More often, it is erosion. Subtle invalidation. Conversations that leave you confused rather than understood. Feelings dismissed until you begin to second-guess whether you are allowed to have them at all. Words that are bent just enough to make you doubt your own memory. Silence that replaces accountability.
And over time, that confusion settles into something heavier.
You stop trusting your reactions. You start rehearsing your words before you speak. And you begin to measure yourself against someone else’s shifting emotional landscape. And without realizing it, you begin to disappear from your own life.
Over time, that pattern doesn’t just hurt—it becomes emotional abuse. It reshapes your sense of reality and makes you question your own inner world.
For me, friendship has always been where I try to anchor myself. My close friends mean everything to me because they see me without requiring performance. They allow me to exist as I am. But there is one friendship I’ve carried my entire life that never felt safe in the same way.
Even with years between us, I never fully felt at ease in her presence. She is someone who fills space easily, who speaks over silence rather than sitting with it. I learned early to stay small around her, to keep my thoughts folded inward. And for a long time, I mistook that adaptation for peace.
Until I couldn’t anymore.
When I finally reached out to her, I did so hoping for understanding. Instead, I was met with absence. Hours passed. Then silence became explanation: she had fallen asleep. But I had already done what was hardest for me—I had been honest. I had opened a door I don’t often open.
When I tried again, explaining that the silence was painful, the dynamic shifted. My words were returned to me altered, reframed, turned into evidence against me. Suddenly I was no longer expressing hurt—I was causing it. There was no accountability. No recognition. Only reversal.
And I remember thinking: how does a conversation become a defense?
What began as an attempt at clarity became something else entirely. A rupture. And in that rupture, the language turned sharp. The same places she had always known in me—the places I try to protect—became the points of impact. I was insulted, reduced, and spoken to in ways that did not feel like disagreement, but dismissal.
I was left with something that felt less like conflict and more like damage.
In that exchange, I was called delusional. I was called stupid. I was told I was the problem.
And what hurt most was not only what was said, but how easily it was said—how quickly care dissolved into contempt.
She told me my understanding was invalid because I do not hold a psychology degree. She dismissed my writing, the one space where I try to make sense of my inner world, and called it fraudulent. But my blog has never been an authority. It has only ever been a record of lived experience—a place where I try to translate what I have survived into something understandable, at least to myself.
To have that space ridiculed felt like something quietly breaking.
Because emotional abuse often works like that. It doesn’t only attack what is said—it undermines the legitimacy of the person speaking.
I’m aware that I’m sensitive. I feel things deeply and sometimes struggle to hold them lightly. And when that sensitivity is met not with care, but with distortion, it doesn’t just hurt in the moment—it lingers. It settles into self-perception.
She is neurodivergent too, and I have always tried to communicate my rejection sensitivity openly, in the hope that it would create understanding rather than harm. But understanding was not what I was met with.
There is a difference between disagreement and harm. Between misunderstanding and erosion. And I am learning to no longer confuse the two.
I don’t take that kind of dynamic with me anymore.
Something in me has shifted—quietly, but permanently. I speak now when something feels wrong. I no longer stay silent to preserve comfort at the cost of myself. And if that means some connections do not survive my boundaries, then so be it.
Because a relationship that requires me to abandon myself in order to maintain it is not a safe one.
I am learning that effort is not the same as reciprocity. That kindness is not a contract for endurance. And that being deeply feeling does not mean I am meant to be deeply tolerated without care.
I am tired of emotional abuse—not only naming it, but living inside of it.
So I am choosing differently now. Even when it feels heavy. Even when it is unresolved. And even when part of me still looks back.
Healing, I am learning, is not certainty. It is return. A slow, repeated coming back to oneself after being pulled away.
And I keep returning to one question: Why do I feel so small in a place where I was supposed to feel safe?
Maybe the answer is not something I need to justify anymore. Maybe it is something I already know.
After interacting with this person, do I feel more like myself—or less like myself?
“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” — Eleanor Roosevelt
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I've been in Therapy with this Therapist for 3 months. I've tried meditation, journaling, praying, on my own. Despite it being stagnant and ineffective I kept going I didn't give up. She however did. I feel devastated. I wish I could get that time back. I've had many Therapists I've been in Therapy for years it never worked. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm still in the process of getting a Primary Care Physician. I'm not on any medication. I don't know what to do. I didn't give up. And I'm not giving up. Therapy isn't working. I dedicated too much time and effort and energy and it didn't pay off at all. I'm not giving up. What are the alternatives and options that for Therapy. I have to keep going. I've been and remain completely sober and I am proud of that I know that mental illness and substance abuse go hand in hand. I'm trying to make sure I stay safe happy healthy and protected despite having no support system. The system in general has failed me. Yet I persists and I'm going to keep going. #MentalHealth #Depression #Anxiety #OCD #Insomnia #Autism #ADHD #AspergersSyndrome #Meditation #Meditation #Bipolar1
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