Posting about my inner demons. Like yesterday’s one on anxiety. Sometimes helps so much. Releasing them. Putting them down in black and white. Receiving words of support and encouragement (thank you Struth my wonderful friend). Seems to make them less powerful.
After Struth’s comments, I started to think, you know what, I am worth it.
We all are.
We all deserve to be loved, safe and secure.
None of us deserve to have to go through this shit. To live with the searing pain and anxiety rejection causes. To pick up the pieces of a shattered life. To deal with the ongoing emotional fall out it causes our kids. To face financial hardships and a future of uncertainty. To have to continue to interact with the person that’s done all the damage.
It is fucking unfair. It is unjust.
But it will not always feel like this. One day, I’m not sure when, we will look back on this and see how much we have grown. How much we’ve achieved. How we’ve survived.
We just have to hold on to that hope and not let the dark days drag us down for too long.
Keep strong my WordPress community of the broken hearted. Together, we’ve got this.