@Delos01William @Georgia_Brown88 She probably did but wasn’t listened to by people like you. Normalise celebrating women who have guts because right now you’re everything wrong with why women never come forward.
People respect you more when they don't see you often. Even parents. Trust me. It's strange how distance rearranges love, how absence restores what closeness erodes. When people are deprived of your presence, they start seeing you clearly again, not through habit but through awareness. Proximity dulls perception. Space sharpens it. That's just how the human mind works.
It's so selfish to enter someone's life, see that they're a loving, cheerful, and good person, and decide to ruin their peace because you haven't dealt with your own issues.
Leave people alone if you have no intention of showing up with sincerity.
A good person's final stage isn't anger, it's clarity. The moment their empathy is exhausted, they see you without excuses, without hope, and without the filter of love
Good people have high levels of empathy, but once that empathy is exhausted, they switch to a state of objective observation. They see you for exactly who you are, without the filter of their love. This is why their anger feels so cold, it is the absence of the warmth you took for granted
Sorry, but a partner who ruins your mental health cannot be the love of your life. Ever. I know you love them. I know you've built a future in your mind with them. I know you keep hoping they’ll change, that things will get better, that the good moments will eventually outweigh the bad.
But here's the truth you need to hear: real love doesn't destroy you. Real love doesn't leave you anxious, depressed, constantly questioning yourself, walking on eggshells, or losing pieces of who you are. That's not love, that's trauma bonding.
I have no problem eating alone, traveling alone, doing everything alone. People act like that’s sad. You know what’s actually sad? Never doing anything because you couldn’t find someone to come with you.
With Ian Huntley dead, let's remember his victims — Holly Wells (L) and Jessica Chapman — who would've been 34-years-old today.
Chances are they both would've been parents to their own children. 🇬🇧
my therapist told me this and it hit me: “healing is so hard because it is a constant battle between your inner child who is scared and just wants safety.... your inner teenager who is angry and just wants justice.... and your current self-who is tired and just wants peace."
Nobody talks about the woman who had to start over from zero because a man destroyed her life. She lost her peace, her money, and years she can’t get back, while he moved on unbothered, never having to face the damage he caused.
it's unfair how people who traumatize you get to move on and progress with their life so casually and carefree while you're healing and relearning all the basics just to feel human again..
Sorry, but a man who ruins your mental health cannot be the love of your life. Ever. I know you love him. I know you've built a future in your mind with him. I know you keep hoping he'll change, that things will get better, that the good moments will eventually outweigh the bad.
But here's the truth you need to hear: real love doesn't destroy you. Real love doesn't leave you anxious, depressed, constantly questioning yourself, walking on eggshells, or losing pieces of who you are. That's not love, that's trauma bonding.
I manage a coffee shop. Yesterday, a guy came in for an interview. He was homeless. I could smell it before I saw him. His shirt was stained, his hair was matted, but he had shaved his face clean. He handed me a resume that was wet at the corners. "I'm a hard worker," he said. "I just need a chance. I can wash dishes. I can take out trash. I'll stay in the back." Customers were staring. My boss (the owner) walked out. He looked at the guy. "We don't have a dishwasher position," my boss said. The guy's shoulders slumped. He nodded and turned to leave. "We have a Front of House Manager position," my boss continued. The guy stopped. "Sir, look at me. I can't be in the front." "Not in that shirt, you can't," my boss said. "Go next door to the department store. Buy a shirt, a tie, and some slacks. Put it on my tab. Then come back here and start training. You have kind eyes. I can teach you to make coffee. I can't teach kindness." That was six months ago. That "homeless guy" is now our best employee. He knows every regular's name. He’s not homeless anymore. Sometimes people don’t need a handout. They need a uniform and a belief that they belong in it.
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Sorry, but someone who ruins your mental health cannot be the love of your life. Ever. I know you love them. I know you've built a future in your mind with them. I know you keep hoping they'll change, that things will get better, that the good moments will eventually outweigh the bad.
But here's the truth you need to hear: real love doesn't destroy you. Real love doesn't leave you anxious, depressed, constantly questioning yourself, walking on eggshells, or losing pieces of who you are. That's not love. That's trauma bonding.
most women aren't crying over the man. they're crying over themselves. the effort they gave, the hope they held, the delusion they fell for, & the reminder that love hasn't rewarded them back.
I had a friend who used to call me at 4am crying about her boyfriend. I’d wake up, listen, let her vent, and then go back to sleep, more than once. One night I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d return the favor and called her at 4am. She answered and told me she was sleeping, & I should call back tomorrow. Moral of the story: always remember that energy you give isn’t always going to be reciprocated—set your boundaries, even with “friends.”
Telling a woman who was a victim of abuse that her experiences aren't valid because you've had a positive interaction with her abuser is one of the lowest, most disgusting things you can do.