Today, I still have a hard time asking for what I need, I'm doing it more and more. AND I no longer allow anyone to trample me. My sisters are learning the same thing. It's taken many years, but we're getting there.
I think God has protected me so I didn't become mortally wounded, but strong. I am a better person for going through it and letting it teach me how to be a good, strong, productive person. Some are not so blessed.
Many die from their wounds as happened to my dear mother who passed away 3/12/1987 at 49 years old. Too young. As I "had it out" with God about not healing her, He said to me; I did heal her. Daughter, she was too wounded to be healed on the earth. That I could accept.
She'd been too beaten down, to sick, to be happy here in this world. At the same time the last two years of her life were happy, aside from the cancer that ultimately took her from us. She knew real love, at last.
So many women die at the hands of their abusers, or die from drugs and alcohol trying to mask the pain, or suicide. If you are in this kind of a situation, please know, there is help out there. There are people, angels, who care and can help. If only you reach out for it.
We are all worthy of love and respect. There is nothing you did to deserve to be hurt, either with words or fists. Stand up and claim your birthright as a human being to be respected and loved.
Fantasizing the freedom to stand and be all God created me to be. Come along!