For anyone that has ever been through abuse, please read this from Alexis. God bless you all…
Dedicated to all the survivors I’ve met and the ones I’ve yet to meet along the way. For those who have found their voice and those who are still working on finding it. Silence can mean so many things…this is my interpretation of how the silence felt.
The silence was the worst sometimes.
That moment when an abusive event ends.
The silence is sometimes the most uncomfortable part of being hurt. It’s a strange feeling to see someone who has just hurt you in ways that are abhorrent just turn around and walk away.
Watching them leave. It felt as if they were also taking a little piece of my spirit with them leaving another tatter, another rip in my already shredded soul.
It wasn’t very often that my abusers would say anything when they are finished.
The feeling of invisibility was palpable.
No yelling, crying, blaming, scolding; they just simply finish and leave…
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