I am a victim.Someone who returns to their abuser and refuses to heal. They walk around abused and broken thinking what life would be like if this or that didn’t happen to me. If only justice would come one day. Meanwhile, the abuser continues to abuse and persuade others with their good looks and smooth speech.
Victims stand there and let it happen. They keep this wound open and refuse to find healing. It defines their life and nothing else. While I know what happened was wrong I am left with one questions
How can I even think of moving on and taking steps to receive healing and forgive.
I want to be a survivor.
I want to move past this stage of open wounds but what does that even look like. I am tired of being defined as a victim. The abuse will no longer be the story I portray. I am branded with a wound that will no longer be my defining mark. I will be the survivor. I will heal and will move on.These abusers can no longer control my actions and with this comes freedom.
My story is new and full of freedom. A freedom that is intoxicating and asks me to take the plunge and move on. Step out of my comfort zone of hurt and taste freedom.I am letting go and forgiving choosing a love that binds the broken. A love that transforms victims into survivors.