Hi there. I am a domestic, physical, mental, verbal and and emotional abuse victim. This was in a relationship that ended in September of 2019, with an individual I was dating for almost five years. He was someone I truly loved. I would have done probably anything for that what I thought was a so called, "Man", yet an abuser, a finesser and someone who truly was just cold. I suffer from severe depression, I will stay in bed all day with the curtains drawn and cry and sleep. I have severe panic attacks and anxiety.
I have a lot more to share with you about myself, and my life growing up with a father who was addicted to drugs and alcohol. He relapsed after years. He is now in recovery and doing amazing, attending meetings and working.
Thank You for taking the time to read this, and I hope I can help at least ONE person.
Due to this, I now suffer from night sweats, headaches, vision issues, nightmares, PTSD and major anxiety and panic attacks.
I was also a survivor of a 8 Time roll-over car accident on August 18, 2018.
I endured this abuse for years, I decided not to leave, because, as assumed, it was easier said than done. My former ex, the abuser, is now paying consequences by doing a year of probation and anger management classes, as well as paying court costs and gets drug and alcohol tested randomly.
After this happened, I felt extreme Survivor's Guilt. Why did I feel such guilt for someone that hurt me so badly in every way possible? Because I am a good person, I see the good in people, I knew he would have a record, court costs and trouble finding jobs in the future. Next thing you know, he gets out of jail and already has a new girlfriend. Wow, slap in the face (not physically this time, but it just as bad). How could he forget me that fast? Was he getting revenge? Is or was she a rebound? Sounds to me as if he was cheating with her, a little too close for comfort. But, the very last domestic encounter we had, was him waking me in my sleep, as he was going through my phone about a text with an old family friend I have known since middle school and whom I worked with him and his whole family. It was an innocent text. Back to the new chick, I felt so hurt... this is why...Why are you doing all the things for her you never did for me, I had to beg for your time. But, people tell me about him when I want to know nothing about him.. they tell me how they are always together, almost making PDA videos on snapchat making out, he's always taking her out, on the motorcycle which I begged him to teach me for years. It was so pathetic, that I asked him to teach me how to ride as a Christmas gift. I stayed when I knew nothing was changing. He'd say I would complain or pick arguments and that he did not want to talk about it. I would say, "I'm upset. I want to talk and it's going to be now." He would ignore me, tell me to leave, or leave me at his house and take off on the bike.
After the official breakup, yes, I felt alone. Yet, I was happy and felt a weight lifted off of my shoulders. But, as we all know, feelings can change in a second, in the blink of an eye. I started to become depressed, not eating, which actually started about a year before we actually broke up.
I started to become self destructive, taking benzo's which I am prescribed, but taking more than needed as I just wanted to numb the pain. I accidentally took too much one night, and my mom found me unresponsive. Face swollen, Lips blue, faint pulse, near death, almost gone. I was so depressed and felt so bad my own mom had to find me like that. This was a complete accidental overdose. I was in the Intensive Care Unit for 5 days. Then trauma step down for another couple of days.
Over the last three years I went from a 5/7 in pants to a 3, 2, 1, 0 and now I am a double 00. I am super insecure due to the abuse, even though I am not alone and super insecure about how I look. This is all depression and anxiety, causing me not to eat.
I started losing and isolating my friends, calling out of work due to anxiety thinking something was not okay with us and/or because I was bruised from head to toe. I do not want to be back with him. I just want him to know he genuinely hurt me in every way possible. I do not resent him. I am not bashing him. I am here to tell my story and help other people going through the same thing I was.