My anniversary

Three years ago today I checked out of the psych hospital I had checked into because I couldn't stand my life any more. I wanted to die and I knew how I was going to. The images of the abuse were everywhere, every minute, every breath I took. It controlled me and every minute of my day. My past was my present and I had no hope. But at the hospital I felt the presence of angels and I met a whole bunch of loving people who helped pick me up. They taught me to face my fears and they gave me my first chance to strike back at those who so viciously and mercilessly hurt me -- to hate them, not me for a change.

I have survived. And when I tucked my children into bed tonight, I knew the continuing struggle to survive is worth every tear, every moment of fear, every horrorible memory, every desperate prayer. They are so beautiful, my two little reasons for living. I am so grateful to be alive.

Thank you all for being here. We can make it together.

mtd

((((((mtd))))))

wow sab,

thankyou, that really helped me the way i have felt today. you havemade me feel stronger just by reading that. my situation was and is similar, we have to try and let go, i know, what we carry will slow us down, but yes - we will do it and we'll do it together

thankyou so much jinnyannxxxx

life is like a flower, you have to push your way up through top soil and often manure to blossom.....

we are stronger people because of abuse, and our children are lucky because we are aware of the dangers, that in itself is a positive thing to come out of a negative. take care (((((hugs))))

(((((((((mtd))))))))) Glad you found help. Hope I get to speak with you one day. It's the Betrayal that hurts me so bad.