Six Years

Here’s the thing about emotional abuse: the scars are invisible, but they run deep. Real deep. And somehow, despite how long it’s been, they remain fresh, always.

On New Year’s Eve, it will be six years since the end of my romantic attachment to the person who abused and manipulated me. Unfortunately, that date doesn’t mark the end of my suffering at their hands and words, but it’s all I have to hold onto as a milestone.
Six years, and yet, I am sitting in my room this morning, six days from turning 21, sobbing silently, as I recall nothing but the good and happy memories of that relationship.
I am furious with myself for remembering the good times so fondly. I am full of anger and bitterness but none of it is towards them. It’s all for me, for allowing myself to fall so low.

I had avoided Kesha’s latest album for a long time, knowing that a lot of the songs were about overcoming similar experiences to the ones I’ve had. I didn’t want to have to confront these feelings yet again, as I am wont to do at least once every few months when something in my brain makes me have a dream or a nightmare or a memory of some kind, and reminds me that I am still not over it. But I decided to listen to ‘Praying’ this morning. I’d heard it on the radio but only ever absentmindedly, not really paying any attention, but today I really listened to it, and something in me snapped.
Aside from a single vengeful line, this song perfectly encapsulates my feelings towards that person and about halfway through the song, it felt as though a jolt of electricity had erupted from my heart, ran through my spine and was spreading out like spider-leg tendrils, into my gut and up into my head and it felt cold. I lay in my bed shivering from this internal coldness, letting my mind flick through snapshots I didn’t even know I had, and sobbed until the shaking made me warm again.

I live in constant fear of other people because it was so easy for me to give all of myself to someone who I shouldn’t have trusted. I have major control issues because I can’t stand the idea of ever letting myself be controlled again. But I’m alive and breathing, and I am loved, and I am looking forward.

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