I find it funny sometimes that I still have so much hope. After every time I have been knocked down I am still here, fighting. Every time my family pushed me down I got up, every time I was dying inside from hurtful things I got back up.
I do not mean to question hidden strength. I just wonder where it is coming from? It took so much to go no contact with my family. Every ounce or courage I had to leave and go into hiding. But here I am.
Does it still hurt what they did to almost make me homeless? Yes. Does it hurt that they tried to have me 51/50ed and when that did not work they tried to have me arrested? Yes. But my Doctor signed those papers to give me back my own life and the conservatorship was over and I got married and I packed all my stuff up and ran as far away as we could pay for. And I have not spoken to them in 2 years now.
Sometimes it feels amazing that I can now be myself. That I am ok, but I have nagging thoughts constantly. What if they try and track me down? But I changed my name and I doubt they could, but the paranoid thoughts keep coming back. One of my family members threatened to kill me. I know he can not, but it scares me. I never want to be near any of them again.
People tell me I should forgive them because they are family. No they were never family. They did the bare minimum. And what was allowed to happen should never happen to any child again. Child abuse should have more consequences than it does. As those who survive it, have a life sentence of mental illness and trust issues that last a lifetime.