Emotional abuse is mental torture.
For me …. it was akin to placing all that you are (or were) into the grip of an anaconda; the more you thrash and fight (for who you are and what you stood for) , the tighter it’s grip becomes… until you give up, your muscles relax , your breathing slows … and you hand your emotions , thoughts , beliefs and self value over … just to make it stop.
Emotional abuse is highly underestimated, yet it is responsible for significant psychological trauma and mental scaring , leaving behind an empty shell , encased with self-doubt , diminished self-esteem , depression and anxiety.
This blog has sprouted from well enriched soil , filled with self-doubt , pain and a broken heart. This is my personal account of a 12 year cycle of emotional abuse and my fight to find ME again. I aim to tell my story as it unfolds , whilst educating others (and myself) about the nature of emotional abuse , the personality traits of the main offenders , whilst I take you with me on my journey to healing … Welcome to Finding ME….
“It is not the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind.” – Aisha Mirza