Lonesome Crow
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Just a suggestions Jesses.
I belived being able to share and talking about whatever my most inner most fears
in front of a group of people or on a one on one ...helped me get well.
It's no longer a secrets. No more living with the elephant in the living room and pretending it's not there.
You probably read about my ex-gf..and might sound like a broken record..
She became very abussive in so many freaken ways...it turamatized the hell out of me.
Being in an abussive relationship as a male...I kept it to myself even more..
It felt like someone sholved a freaken knife into my brain and just left it in.
I had a constant headache and couldn't focus on anything.
My damn emotions got dragged through the mud and putted into a blender.
Yet I love her much. I went back to her or let her into my life over and over again.
I bascailly did the samething what battered women do...
You only hear about battered or abuse women...
I had no resourses as a male and no one belived me. Which dove me even more into isolations.
I felt torn up from head to toes. Everything became a struggle for me.
Simple 5 mins task became a major hurdle
What help me get through was...I had glimps of how I was before I met her.
It was still a struggle becuase I was in a total fog.
I didn't want people to feel sorry for me.
But here's the kicker...She treated me just like my father used to treat me.
I wanted to get well...I knew I wasn't well and I needed help.
I also had to stop playing the victim. A lot of times it's difficult for me to stand up for myself.
Everytime I want to take myself out of that role..it's like a test of will that'll run into people that wants to put me back it.
It's fustrating sometimes and all of the anger comes up and I want to lash out..."Enough".
I went through a very bad experince with my father not too long ago...
The first couple of days I was in total termoil.
I couldn't even focus or process anything.
All I could do was write " I love myself" in my journal a couple thousands times for a couple of days.
I belived being able to share and talking about whatever my most inner most fears
in front of a group of people or on a one on one ...helped me get well.
It's no longer a secrets. No more living with the elephant in the living room and pretending it's not there.
You probably read about my ex-gf..and might sound like a broken record..
She became very abussive in so many freaken ways...it turamatized the hell out of me.
Being in an abussive relationship as a male...I kept it to myself even more..
It felt like someone sholved a freaken knife into my brain and just left it in.
I had a constant headache and couldn't focus on anything.
My damn emotions got dragged through the mud and putted into a blender.
Yet I love her much. I went back to her or let her into my life over and over again.
I bascailly did the samething what battered women do...
You only hear about battered or abuse women...
I had no resourses as a male and no one belived me. Which dove me even more into isolations.
I felt torn up from head to toes. Everything became a struggle for me.
Simple 5 mins task became a major hurdle
What help me get through was...I had glimps of how I was before I met her.
It was still a struggle becuase I was in a total fog.
I didn't want people to feel sorry for me.
But here's the kicker...She treated me just like my father used to treat me.
I wanted to get well...I knew I wasn't well and I needed help.
I also had to stop playing the victim. A lot of times it's difficult for me to stand up for myself.
Everytime I want to take myself out of that role..it's like a test of will that'll run into people that wants to put me back it.
It's fustrating sometimes and all of the anger comes up and I want to lash out..."Enough".
I went through a very bad experince with my father not too long ago...
The first couple of days I was in total termoil.
I couldn't even focus or process anything.
All I could do was write " I love myself" in my journal a couple thousands times for a couple of days.