I ran. I ran for a long time. I escaped through my business, bodybuilding competitions, bad relationships...I kept as busy as I possibly could doing anything but dealing with the truth.
It couldn't happen to me. I was ashamed. I was ashamed I had allowed this to happen to me. I was too strong to let someone treat me like that. That's the kind of thing that happens to other people...not to people like me.
Until I dealt with the reality of my abuse head on was I able to begin the healing process. I say process because it's not over. I don't know if we ever get completely "over" domestic abuse. Our scars run deep and we have to seek the help to retrain our thinking and to run the thoughts that our abuser drove into our heads...day after day after day.
But once you stop running and start dealing you can begin the wonderful process of healing (okay, it doesn't always feel wonderful but it's much better than keeping it bottled up inside.)
~Julie
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