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Authors Note: This is my personal story of abuse which happened in my younger years. Some of you may disagree with my point of view. Please understand this is written with a lot of heart, & soul. I have never publicly opened up about this subject matter, or things surrounding it in almost 8 years. 

Part A: Let me begin by sparing you the jarring details of how gruesome this emotional, and physical abuse got. I will not sit here and ask for your pity. However I do ask for a listening ear. 

In my early twenties I was involved in a 3 year emotionally abusive, turned physically abusive  relationship. From which I am still recovering, and still have moments of PTSD. Meaning, seeing a man, or even a woman, getting verbally violent, and or even grabbing their significant other in the wrong way. 

I must thank so many women, and even some men who have shared their stories with me, or even publicly to the world. To which you gave me the strength to seek therapy, to not be scared anymore, and to now fight for others going through the same thing. Which brings me to my next subject matter Part B to this blog.

Part B: is part of the same topic, yet the horrible part where I meet at a crossroads to this personal story. While I am an advocate for abuse awareness, seeking help, seeking legal counseling, and furthering more severe punishment for these offenses. I am not EVER going to sit idle any longer after a close friend of mine was falsely accused, and is now being publicly berated for false abuse. (This is where some of you may disagree.) However I am standing up, and putting an end to this. If you feel you have been abused emotionally, spiritually, or mentally then seek counseling. If that is not comfortable, find a way to journal, confide in someone, seek legal counseling, find a help group. Also be aware that in a modern age, people can take immediate photos of the truth, can call their friends at the dime of a hat, and document the happenings of emotional or physical abuse. The truth will come out, especially if you are blaming someone else for the action that you actually committed. Know that this is actually a reverse account, of a woman abusing a man in this situation. It is more common than many of us think. Sitting there looking over my scarred friends face and body, after he sat on his hands taking what she felt he deserved. Was just as heartbreaking, as how I felt after my multiple abuse accounts with the same person which landed me in the hospital a few times, on a bathroom floor alone from being called every name under the sun, and even put me in bed from exhaustion for weeks on end.

Please understand, that if you even feel that you have been hurt in any way I am not discrediting your stories, because every story is different. However do not sit on social media, spewing out your blow hole about an abuse story that is false. The truth yet again will come out. Listen I get it, I am an empath, I watch the news and feel some sort of pain of hurt for the world, and my fellow man. However I would not sit here and tell you I understand what it is like to be in a war torn country. Just like how I wouldn’t say I “relate/ have been in” an abuse story because I read it on buzz feed. I have personally been through it. 

Part C: A shinier part to this post, is that when I did finally seek help, and started sharing my story with my family. I did find the practice of yoga, to which I owe a lot of healing to. Now I have since become a yoga teacher, and share my story with men, and women who come to my classes. While my abuse does not define me, it is a part of who I am. Always coping, always having the creeping feeling of breakdowns, and consistently finding ways to help others who have been in my situation.