“Once I became aware of what happened to me, even the most innocent hug, event or word would trigger me. Between us, every day felt like a minefield. Raging became my only option. Seeing the man I love hurt and struggle because of what had happened, almost 30 years ago, was beyond infuriating. Acknowledging the impact and suffering it cost my parents and the never-ending shame that we’ve all been carrying for decades was enough for me to burn in anger forever. I felt helpless however rage demands for something to be done, so I was presented with a choice. (…)'“
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Here is where I share the insights of my healing journey with a sincere hope that it can help anyone who might be going through the same.
This is my story, please be kind and hold it in your heart.
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Aquí es donde comparto los aprendizajes de mi recorrido a sanar, lo hago con la esperanza de ayudar a cualquiera que se encuentre en una situación similar.
Esta es mi historia, te pido que la recibas con compasión y la guardes en tu corazón.
Depression Transformed
“Still, it would not be until a few years later, under the last round of therapy that I would learn it was all part of an armor I had built up for myself. A self-defense mechanism to survive in the emotionally hostile environment I was brought up in. As much as I would love to believe that it was the abuse alone that sent me into- what felt at times- a never-ending cycle of depression and anxiety of not knowing when it would get “bad” again. It is simply not the truth.”
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