It’s been a long time since I’ve posted. I’ve mostly been in my childhood home, stuck. Stuck in the place where a million bad things happened. Where I learned not to trust the people I still live with. That I am nothing. Assaulted and beaten, I’m unworthy of love and will never find safety. I can feel how much being here makes me emotionally repressed. I cannot leave because earn money. I am disabled and can’t take care of myself. I can’t go anywhere else, stay with others because I’m a shit person others eventually hate. I don’t want to die, I just don’t want to be stuck. But I am, so once again, I dream of release.
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Sounds awful, i´m sorry you feel this way. Being disabled is very hard to deal with. Being in a broken home is just the same, awful. Im sorry you are going through this. Im glad you feel life is worth living. You have spirit, hope and in time. I´m sure you will find just the right place for you. Sometimes being stuck seems like a neverending nightmare. Keep being compassionate towards yourself, its always the best startingspot for growth. Take care of yourself friend, however small the action is. Going good to yourself always helps.
Are there any institutions in your home country offering people from abusive homes safe places to live / in your case perhaps assisted living?