Do I Matter?
Recovering from the abuse that resulted in irrational fears, a mistrust of everyone, no self esteem or self worth, and a must to please everybody else but never myself, hasn’t been easy. C-PTSD is real. I thank God for my therapist. For the past seven years, he’s helped me rebuild who I am meant to be. He gently, but firmly, nudges me out of my comfort zone. One question he asks at almost every session (and sometimes more than once) is, ‘Do I matter?’ It’s not easy for me to answer that question with a yes. But I am trying. Saying yes means saying no when I don’t want to do something not good for me. (It’s difficult when I was forced to be a people pleaser for so many years.) Well, yesterday I said no. My spouse was leaving for a four day trip that I knew wasn’t good for me. He never asked me. He told me that I was going. I was so scared to tell him I wasn’t. But I did. He was really angry, slamming doors and stuff. He walked out this morning without a word. I’m still shaking. But I know this is what’s best for me. I’m tired of playing the same record over and over with the same results. So I’m rebuilding the me I’m meant to be. Because I matter. 🔨 🧰
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