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I'm a domestic violence survivor. I wrote something a while back that I thought I'd share...
People write about strength, courage, and bravery, but most know nothing about any of those things. Those of us who have suffered and suffer still, know all about those three qualities. We live them every day...
Strength isn't how much weight you can lift. True strength is measured by what you have had to overcome, by what it took to survive the unimaginable, by how long you spent in hell and how hard you had to fight to get out. True strength isn't visible. It's never talked about, bragged about, or shared. It's a burden that's hidden like a secret shame, and carried with you forever.
Courage isn't merely facing an enemy. It's also waking up each day knowing you have to face your worst nightmare, your scariest enemy in your own home. It's knowing that today you will be hurt, treated like garbage, and made to feel worthless. But despite knowing that, you still get up that morning and face it head on without flinching.
Bravery is living in hell and facing the monster who hurts you. It's standing between that monster and your child, knowing you are the only thing that can keep your child safe. It's taking the pain, taking the violence and hurt in order to shield and protect your child. Bravery is also taking the first, big, scary step of leaving the only home you know, walking away with nothing, just so you can escape the monster. Bravery is even after you get away, still waking up each day after a night filled with nightmares and horror and getting up and going on, long after you think you can't.
No, most people know little of strength, courage, and bravery.
People write about strength, courage, and bravery, but most know nothing about any of those things. Those of us who have suffered and suffer still, know all about those three qualities. We live them every day...
Strength isn't how much weight you can lift. True strength is measured by what you have had to overcome, by what it took to survive the unimaginable, by how long you spent in hell and how hard you had to fight to get out. True strength isn't visible. It's never talked about, bragged about, or shared. It's a burden that's hidden like a secret shame, and carried with you forever.
Courage isn't merely facing an enemy. It's also waking up each day knowing you have to face your worst nightmare, your scariest enemy in your own home. It's knowing that today you will be hurt, treated like garbage, and made to feel worthless. But despite knowing that, you still get up that morning and face it head on without flinching.
Bravery is living in hell and facing the monster who hurts you. It's standing between that monster and your child, knowing you are the only thing that can keep your child safe. It's taking the pain, taking the violence and hurt in order to shield and protect your child. Bravery is also taking the first, big, scary step of leaving the only home you know, walking away with nothing, just so you can escape the monster. Bravery is even after you get away, still waking up each day after a night filled with nightmares and horror and getting up and going on, long after you think you can't.
No, most people know little of strength, courage, and bravery.