I feel like people will just think I'm a paranoid nut job if I say anything.
I don't.
I believe you.
You know that feeling of
if I leave, I am going to die?
It isn't true.
I know this, because I used to believe it with every single molecule in my body.
But it's been over 2 years now that I did leave him, and I'm the happiest I've ever been.
They want us to think that.
They beat down our self esteem so much that they make us think that we can't do this without them.
But they're wrong.
We can.
I know how hard this is.
I really do.
I had months of friends and my therapist (when they finally found out what had been happening) telling me that I should leave, but it was just so f*cking hard.
Their words echoed my own thoughts and yet I still couldn't do it for the longest time.
I still have the piece of paper stuck by my bed with "be brave" written in my handwriting, in very faded ink.
I had to summon every ounce of courage I had from deep within me.
I had to lean on support; services, T, friends as much as I could.
I had to do the thing that for so long I had believed I couldn't do.
And then it turned out to be the best thing that I have ever done for myself.
It is good that you can see clearly all the horrible treatment you are being put through that you do not deserve.
That is the first step and it is a huge one.
You can leave him.
You really can.
And you are strong enough to survive it.
I hope you'll let us know how the ER goes.
I am sending you so much strength.