I’ve learned that time heals “most” wounds. Mine are deep, but that doesn’t mean impossible.
I’ve been abused in some way shape or form from the time of my birth to about 34. That’s when I finally stood up and no longer allowed people to treat me with disrespect. I learned how short life really his when my husband had a stroke at age 33. Since then, I have gotten rid of all the people in my life that do not help me, that do not provide a positive atmosphere for me or that do not want to help themselves. I’ve learned to stop!
To stop allowing others to bring me down to their level. To stop allowing their negativity to control my life in any way. I’ve learned that when this type of person is out of my life, that I can love myself more when I can see myself in a brighter more positive light. It’s taken almost 6 years, but I’m getting there…one step at a time! 6 months ago