#endabuse

If only this love for you would fade. But tomorrow still, I'll think of you. So once more, I long to pass the night.

Hello :) This page was created to demand social change and bring awareness to the severity and numerous cases of athletes that have been sexually harassed or abused by fellow athletes, coaches, trainers and other adults.

Repost from @iisuperwomanii Please repost and help spread the word! It's unfortunate but we do live in a world where people experience abuse on a regular basis. #EndAbuse

😥 This is sad but VERY true. Protect your children. #Children #childabuse #EndChildAbuse #endabuse #protect #ProtectYourChildren #protectthefuture #AbuseInAmerica #family #nuture

I'm posting this because it explains so much of who I am, there's literally only two or three that I can't relate to, the rest I can, and are things that I do, think and feel on a regular basis. I always thought it was just me, that I was just weird and wrong, but no, turns out that I'm normal after all, just a little scarred. I knew that things I've been through have messed me up, but I never realised how badly, or that I wasn't alone or a freak in my thought processes and actions. Sometimes, it feels good to have your behaviour and 'quirks' be validated, especially when you grew up in abusive households or have been in abusive situations where you were hardly or never allowed to be yourself. Physiological abuse leaves it own kind of scar, so please don't tell anyone who's been through or going through it to 'just get over it', or 'ignore it' because it's definitely not that easy. To anyone who's experiencing abuse of any kind now. I promise there's a way out. You feel helpless, trapped, defeated. When it's someone you love who's abusing you, a friend, relative, lover, you feel as though by walking away or standing up for yourself you're betraying them, but that's not true, that's the abuse and physiological hold talking. I swear it IS possible to leave the abusive or toxic situation you're in now. Open up to someone, someone you trust. Asking for help when you need it most isn't shameful or wrong, and someone will believe you. Call or text your national abuse hotline. If you don't know it Google it, or ask a friend or someone you trust to look it up for you. Write down how you feel, journaling and writing has helped keep me sane at the worst of times. Go to your local shelter, or SARC or stay with someone you feel safe with. Even if it's just to try to clear your head and plan your next move. See a therapist or counsellor. Abuse doesn't last forever, and the person abusing you no longer has power or control if you decide to leave. It is the most difficult thing you will ever do, I know, but I promise you it's so, SO worth it. Make an escape plan and though they're going to try to pull you back in any way that they can, stick to it! Please! Because at the moment you're not living, you're just constantly trying to survive and keep going, and you, yes YOU, deserve better than that. You deserve to be your own person, to live life fully, be happy and feel safe. No one ever has the 'right' to own you. You deserve better than the way you're being treated now, even if they've got you so worn down that you now believe otherwise. I promise you deserve better. To those of you who have got out, go you! You're amazing! Those of you who are dealing with the after-effects of abuse and toxic relationships, be patient with yourself, look at how far you've come! You did it! You got out! You survived! That takes strength and guts! You'll heal, maybe not completely because there'll always be scars, but you will heal. It'll just annoyingly take a lot of time, work and energy. To those of you who can't understand why we are the way we are, or why we say or do the things we do, I hope the article above explains things more clearly. Please be patient with us, I swear we're trying and doing our best. Please reblog this, because I want everyone and anyone who's suffering in silence to know that they're not alone, and that there are ways out.

Like a drenched alley cat I wrote "don't give up" there

Because I loved you, I could be strong, I could be weak, I never knew goodbye could hurt so much— not back then.

Days spent with you, Not happy, not at all. Tears fell, pain stayed. Yet somehow, I wonder, Why are you so dear? Thank you, for it all. We’ll never meet again.