Today marks the day that I never ever thought would be a reality…. I left my abusive ex a year ago today.
At the time I didn’t know I was leaving for good, I had every intention of going back, but I desperately needed a rest from the craziness that had become my life for the last decade. I had ‘earned’ my weekend away – using my body to ‘prove’ I loved him.
I had realised by this point how bad a position I was in….. It had taken me close to a year to accept it, and in honesty, living blind was soooooo much easier.
A note here about trauma bonding ….. For all of you who wonder ‘why on earth do people stay in abusive relationships’ do your research – trauma bonding is real and it’s like a drug. You get hooked to the abuse cycle and just like any other addict you end up powerless. I had accepted that this was my life, that abuse was all I deserved. It was what I knew, it had become my normal…. I couldn’t imagine my life without it.
So…… A year ago today, I finished work and got on a bus, then a train to my friends house. I didn’t know I was leaving everything I had come to know. Then whilst I was away I found the strength to not go back….. My ex was being abusive via message and for possibly the thousandth time told me he was done.
Usually I would have done anything to be ‘loved’ again. Nothing was off the table by this point, I had slept like a dog outside the door, I had begged, pleaded, promised to be better, do better.
This time was different, I had finally reached the end of myself….. I simply couldn’t do it anymore….. I knew that if I went back that I was signing my own death warrant – not to say he was going to kill me, I still don’t believe he ever would have done…… A dead play thing is no fun after all. But I was worried about what I would do to myself.
So ….. I did the hardest thing I have ever done and made the choice to not return. To seek out a bed in a refuge. To leave EVERYTHING behind. For me the most heart wrenching part of this was leaving my step daughter who I had spent the last decade raising – but I was no good to her anymore …… There was nothing of me left.
A year ago today I made my bid for freedom.
What I didn’t realise at the time was just how hard that freedom was going to be. I plunged at speed back in to an eating disorder that I thought I had left behind a long time ago, self harm to extreme levels and just general self destruct.
It has been a rough year. I am NOT a victory story…… Yet.
A year on and I am sat here a truly broken human. More so than I have ever been in my life. I have no clue who I am anymore, that was erased entirely by the abuse I suffered.
BUT ….. I am no longer subject to daily emotional torment, periodic physical abuse and frequent sexual attacks.
I haven’t truly found my ‘freedom’ yet….. But I have some hope that I will at some point. I have amazing support at the refuge where I currently live. I can safely say that if it had not been for that support then I would have been dead by now at my own hands.
I may be literally half the person I was a year ago thanks to my eating disorder, I may have new scars from self harm, I may have been in hospital more times than I dare admit because of overdoses…… BUT I am still going…..
Sometimes we have to truly shatter into a million pieces before we can start to rebuild. I won’t lie to you…. That is exactly what I have spent a year doing now. But I declare officially that I am done….. Done letting my past ruin my now. My past has now claimed another year of my life….. I can’t allow it to take any more years.
Time to put on the big girl pants and start trying to live again….. I am done merely surviving – I need to heal, I need to feel it and I need to move on.
I am hoping that this blog will be a snapshot of my journey to recovering….. Hope for others where I know it is so so so so easy to lose all hope.
Welcome to my journey ….. I hope the ride doesn’t cause too much travel sickness!
Htlp x