Almost two years ago I walked away from an abusive relationship that had me tangled up in all kinds of mess. The more I tried to escape the worse it got. No one knew what was hidden deep in my heart but this wasn't the first time I had dealt with abuse...it has littered my life. I became a master of disguise. I wrote this story for a contest, the question they asked was: What does being a survivor mean to me?
I never submitted it so you get to read it...
Being a survivor is more than bruises and wounds healing while your heart is mending. By definition, a survivor is to remain alive or in existence; live on. To me it means choosing life, the decision to wake up each day and live life in victory and not as a victim.
You have a voice don't be silenced and live in fear. By denying the abuse and walking in silence you give your abuser control over you again and again.
The first step in healing is to break the silence. You find out who you are and how much inner strength you have when you survive abuse no matter what age you were when it happened. Regardless of the type of abuse it was you are strong enough to survive. Remember, you were one of the lucky ones that lived when so many die.
God allowed your life to be spared for a purpose and now is your time to make a difference. The decision now becomes yours..will you seek to just live and exist or will you seek to help others who need you?
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