2024 was a stressful year for me, like I had to endure many things both physically and emotionally. Though this topic is kind of a touchy topic for me, I am still going to write about it, more like its a way for me to get on with my life and look forward to greater things.
When 2023 ended, I was happy. I had gotten to a point where I wouldn't have to worry about certain things in my life, like, yea, many think I am fulfilled and happy where I am, but that wasn't the case. There was no one I could talk to without them telling me, it was for better for worse; i had to endure whatever i was going through for the sake of my kids and to not to let the devil take over my home, well i listened all through 2022,2023, and then came 2024, i was still enduring a relationship that was hurting me so bad. In public i would put on the biggest smile i have ever worn and get on stage so people dont see the dark circles and dropped jaw i always carried around.
At a point in 2024, I developed severe chest pain that always came up whenever I was home. My kids were seeing this, and it broke my heart to have to see my kids always see this scene, and then I mentally went back to the time when I felt I might have gone wrong by being in the relationship. I took the blame for ever believing there was something called love, and I came to realise it was never love that brought us together; it was something else.
I accepted my fate; I couldn't do much at this point because I still listened to what others had to say. I was emotionally traumatized to the call; I felt broken; I cried when I was alone and felt so sorry for myself and my kids. I cried more when I knew there was nothing I could do to save myself.
But one day I took the bold step and left everything behind. I didn't care if it was a smart choice or not; I just wanted to leave. Well, everything turned sour after I decided to leave. Before now I was emotionally traumatized, then it resulted in being physical; I got beaten up and lied on, I was embarrassed in public, I was humiliatedall these I had to go through in the hands of the same person who still professes love.
HAVE I OVERCOMED THIS?
Well, it depends on the level of overcoming. Though I still have sores from this physical abuse, I have chosen to let go and start afresh, not looking or hearing what others have to say. I have chosen to pick myself up and be a better person and I have also made the decision to build myself to the level where i wont be in the position where I have to be maltreated all in the name of relationship and I have chosen to put myself first henceforth, not minding what any other person has to say about it. And the most powerful realization has been understanding that I don't need anyone's permission or approval to protect myself. My healing journey is mine alone, and I get to decide what that looks like. Some may not understand why I've changed, why I'm no longer the person who endured abuse silently. That's okay their understanding isn't required for me to heal. I carry myself with newfound dignity and self-respect. I'm not just surviving; I'm preparing to thrive.
This is my declaration of self-love, my commitment to never again accepting less than I deserve. I choose me, unapologetically and completely.
This is my response to the Hive Ghana prompt
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