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in her comment section
I wrote this in Stacy's comment section after reading something very similar to my own writing a few years ago...and which is still, at times, a re-occurring theme:
I have to force myself to let go a bit more every day of the absolute horror I lived with. I have learned to appreciate, but not glorify my scars.
I force myself to realize, over and over again that it's my life and I continue to give it to them--some sort of misguided sacrifice to my own guilt and inadequacy over their wrongful actions.
And I force myself to realize, over and over again that I can take it back , that it's even more my right to keep what's mine than to sacrifice it to their ill will.
I have to force myself to let go a bit more every day of the absolute horror I lived with. I have learned to appreciate, but not glorify my scars.
I force myself to realize, over and over again that it's my life and I continue to give it to them--some sort of misguided sacrifice to my own guilt and inadequacy over their wrongful actions.
And I force myself to realize, over and over again that I can take it back , that it's even more my right to keep what's mine than to sacrifice it to their ill will.