I am going to do something I have never done before in my life.
I am going to admit publicly within this internet world that I was abused as a child.
The sole thing that saved me was art. I cannot emphasize enough how many times I gained some measure of comfort by escaping from this world through the form of artistic expression.
It helped dull the pain. It helped distract me a little from my hopeless world. It helped me feel that I was capable of adding something beautiful to this world. It helped me feel empowered and magnificent.
My parents exhibited a mixture of destructive mental illness symptoms that I now believe to have been bipolar and/or borderline personality disorder. To say that I grew up acquainted with fear is an vast understatement. I never knew what it was like to stop looking behind my back until a few years ago when I moved as far away as possible.
Perhaps you are wondering why I am choosing to share this now.
It is because it is the truth. The abuse did happen, whether or not my parents would like to pretend it didn’t happen. Just like it happens in homes all over the world.
This post is for those who cannot speak for themselves. Whether it is because they are afraid that no one will believe them, or perhaps because they are not in a safe place yet.
If you are still being abused, you are not alone. I know it seems like you are, and you probably think ending your life is the only way to escape the agony, but you have to believe me. Your life is only just begun. There is time yet to make a new start and experience safety and happiness. Don’t give up hope! I repeat, you are not alone.
If you have suffered from verbal, psychological, mental, physical, or sexual abuse, you are not alone. You do not need to be afraid that no one will believe you. I believe you.