To the Woman Who Was Emotionally Abused

 

It didn’t leave bruises.
It didn’t scream.
It didn’t slam doors or break furniture.
 

But it broke you.

 

The manipulation.
The gaslighting.
The way he twisted your words until you questioned your own reality.

The way you apologized for everything, even when you hadn’t done anything wrong.

 

You weren’t “too sensitive.”
You were being hurt.

 

Emotional abuse is slippery. It hides behind charm. It wears a mask of love.
And it teaches you that your needs are a burden, that your instincts are flawed,
that your voice is too loud, your expectations too high, your memories unreliable.

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But you’re not broken.
You’re not crazy.
You’re not imagining it.
You’re not hard to love.

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You were in a relationship where control came dressed as concern, and love was used as a leash.

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Let this place be your undoing.

 

Here, you don’t have to justify your pain.
You don’t have to prove it was real.
 

We believe you. We see you.
And we’re here to help you remember the truth:

 

That your feelings are valid.
Your voice is strong.
Your boundaries are holy.
And your story deserves to be told without shame.

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Come rest in a space where you don’t have to be on guard.

Come find what love feels like when it isn’t a weapon.

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Welcome home.