Healing takes many forms. Acknowledgement of your truth while not sitting in it (your pain, your anger, your hurt) is essential in walking in an honest uphill journey towards self-love. We weren't always this "brave", but we at Herstory are learning with you all, in hopes of encouraging others who are also over-coming post-trauma.
We pray you know that finding your self-love has more to do with rediscovering it. Even if they're only broken pieces...💔-->❤️ •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I hated her. I hated how weak she had become. I didn't want to spend any more time making excuses for who she was now that it happened. The parts of her that were exchanged for someone else's fantasy. Why her, why me? You know, her voice ACTUALLY use to MEAN something?! The same voice.... smothered in pillows to silence screams of "NO......& STOP" Was she not loud enough, did her cry not pierce through the heart of the one she trusted? Was she not strong enough to push him away? What was left wasn't much. She made home in brokeness and became territorial of anyone who tried to enter--- a squatter Of her own temple "If HE broke-in so could they," she thought. She built walls from remanents Of disappointments and let-downs building her own broken fantasy she was sure repunzul would have been jealous But she...she stayed sleeping and waiting for the kiss of redemption Someone Who could wake her from the tiresome quarrels of self-loathing, nightmares became an extension of her truest reality. She would have traded it all if she could But this was her truth. And truth be told, she learned to embrace the weeds that forced themselves through cracks of her foundation Eventually they'll begin to grow Eventually she'll begin to know--that her broken foundation of self-love was an opportunity of little escaping miraculous to bloom Vacant as she was, the right things made a new home in her abandoned fortress Lost and found Love and sound Filling her up again in the truest of ways. Leaving just enough room for her miracle to grow Enough room for the light to finally shine through Enough she thought...she was enough. She'll learn to trust again, no one can rob the heart of its keeper, broken and battered but still here I am STILL here. 🌱 Healing notes from one survivor to another You're broken home is enough. You are enough. Healing begins when you acknowledge that. #itshealingtime #stillhere #survivors #endrapeculture #blogger #writer #writersofig
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