Finding Freedom From Loss

I am almost on my 29th lap around the sun. Most of this time has been made up of slow walking, trudging, crawling, scraping. It has been rough, that I know for sure. I have such deep bruises, gashes, cuts that still have not healed. It’s hard to breathe, even now, when my life looks so much better than it ever has. But even with all of these wounds, I can see how strong I am. I have a new appreciation for my capabilities, for my courage, for my enduring faith in something better, and for my ability to remain an honest and true person. I hold tight to my beliefs now, and when I made the choice to be a person of strong conviction, I found a freedom that began to lift me up.

Over the past two years, I have cut ties with every single person in my biological family. I have severed the relationships that refused to lift me, that sought to destroy me, that would not (and perhaps, could not) be filled with a desire to do the right thing. For a while, for a long while, I felt a loss. Everthing I had ever known – trying to please, trying to be loved, trying to please, trying to be loved – was gone. These people whom I let get away with grave offenses played a bigger part in my journey to healing than I ever thought. The very blood flowing through my veins were made up of their words, their actions, their poison.

I gave them everything. Every single fucking part of me. I lived my life trying to please them, trying to twist myself into something they could love, something they could stand. I could not understand how my molecular need to love harder, to be better, was not reciprocated. I put myself in harms way so many, many times in attempts to show my loyalty. And all the while, I believed that even the most painful moments were worth it … because, I told myself, my actions would be appreciated. They would be cherished. They would be seen.

But.
But.

Sometimes, the people that the world tells you to love, are the very people that you need to rid of. Sometimes, family is poison. And let me tell you, no one is as pissed off about that as me. I bled and sweat and gave of my tears for the very people that should have protected me. The people that, all too quickly, would turn on me in the blink of an eye … if it so benefit them in any way. These people. These people that let sexual abuse and rape and emotional abuse be swept under the rug. These people that, when the time calls for it,  will never stand up to do the right thing. These very people, who told me that I made up my childhood abuse.

Or. From the person I trusted the most, from the person I believed about her own abuse when no one else would. This person, the love and light of my life, could have shot me millions of times with a gun … and it would have hurt less than her utter betrayal.

28 laps around the sun. Such fucking painful and horrifying laps …. the old me would think that this was THE proof that I was nothing but all of the bad things these people said about me. That I should just fucking give up now, because all of it was true. I am nothing. I am unlovable. I am disgusting. I am a liar. I am a cheater. I scam. I am a slime that infests people. That I just want attention. That I am NOT FUCKING WORTHY of a families protection. That even though I believed people’s stories, when no one else would, that I did not deserve the same.

The old me would give up now. Would throw in the towel.

But I am not the old me. Entering this 29th lap, I am doing the hard work. I am surrounded by a team of loving, honest, caring, compassionate, understanding, non-judgmental people that will do whatever is necessary to help me succeed. People that show me the same respect and love that I give to them. Equal relationships. Good relationships. And I myself am stronger than I ever have been before. I am doing the hard work of opening up the wounds I tried to glue shut for so long, so that I can know that I have done everything possible to give myself the life that I deserve.

I am not defeated. I am not unlovable. I am not a liar. I am loved. I am worthy. And I swear to god that no one will ever take anything away from me again. I will continue to be the person that does not hide from doing the right thing. I will continue to refuse to be silent. And I will no longer accept the cowards and the liars and the abusers (and the abuser-sympathizers) in my life.

What once felt like a loss, now feels like a victory. Those people deserve each other. They will never, ever, know the honest happiness and love that I feel. So on this 29th lap of mine, around the sun, I fight on and I fight hard. Because this is who I choose to be.

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15 thoughts on “Finding Freedom From Loss

  1. Happy Birthday and welcome back. It’s good to recognize personal growth. I mean, I’ve heard. I wouldn’t know from personal experience. I’m still living as how others want me to be.

    • I don’t think you give yourself enough credit. I’m still there, being who I think others want me to be … its a process. A fucking hard one … but maybe theres a happy ending for us both

  2. 20 Years of my life I have spent loving you and most certainly for the rest of my life I will continue to love you, no matter if you choose to decide to cut me off and hate me for the rest of your life. It’s sad that my love for you wasn’t good enough to reach your standards, however, I will not apologize about that because I tried the best to my ability. I gave you all of me, even when I thought there was nothing left to give, I gave and I gave,till there was nothing left. The one and only thing I will apologize for is, that I am merely a human being. I make mistakes, and I am no hero. I’m not sure if my words will go through to you, I can only hope one day they will, but one thing I beg of you, is please don’t speak for me, for the words that you say about me and the situations I am in, are very untrue. And those things that you think, that I think about you? Are very untrue as well. I hope one day you will realize the truth about me and I hope you wouldn’t let anyone or anything contort your vision of me because I never have with you. I wish you could see the way things are now, but that is not important; conveying my feelings to you are. Parting ways is going to be hard, especially like this, however I want you to be happy, and that’s all I have EVER wanted for you, If parting ways grants you happiness, I will, because I would do anything for you. You are more than worthy of happiness than anyone else in this entire world. I am glad to hear you are at a good place now, my heart feels more at ease knowing that you are still strong and fully surrounded by support that is good enough. I will carry that thought with me where ever I go because you have always been my strength, you still are. I guess the last few things I have to say to you is that, my arms will always be wide open and waiting to welcome you back. I want you to keep pushing forward, do what you need to do what’s best for you. You are perfect the way that you are and most Importantly, you are loved, by so many, more than you will ever know. You’ll be my macho sis for life. Keep that chin up sunshine, don’t let it falter. – Sis

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