Things I've learned so far...
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Things I've learned so far...
Almost two years out (squeal!!!) and this journey has been nothing short of a miracle. Things I've learned (in no order of importance):
I can trust myself and my decisionsthat they are rooted in goodness and truth.
A good therapist is essential-mine challenges me and supports me.
DV people will help-there are so many people that will help if you just reach out.
My issues were firmly rooted in my FOO and as an ACOA-shocker.
I know the truth-I don't need to defend myself to anyone.
FOO issues and dysfunction are truly real and toxic things.
My girls, oh my girls-my reason for everything. Every decision. Every struggle. They see my actions and are stronger and better for all of it-happy to show them a strong empowered fierce momma.
Love does not cure everything.
Loving myself was the answer to my problrms.
Forgiveness is essential.
Just say no to hoovering and quacking and lies and manipulation!
Life is good...
Anyone can change.
God always reveals in His time. Always.
Relapsing in codependency is just like alcoholism-gotta get back on the horse and dust yourself off, reassess, and move on.
Being single is stunningly amazing.
I don't miss one thing about my marriage or my ex.
Abuse is real and it's not ok.
I am worthy, I refuse to be abused or threatened or controlled by a crazy person.
Being sober is where the party's at-life is full color, bad and good...but it's real.
There is true evil in the world. I've witnessed it.
Happiness is an inside job. You just gotta look up and take that leap of faith to make it to the other side....and it's oh so sweet.
Happy my fourth weekend will not include a crazy drunk person steamrolling his way through the house and leaving his wife and daughters in his dust. Almost two years....and each day is another blessing. My girls, my heartbeats, my reasons-God sure is good.
God bless y'all and hope each of you have a calm weekend.
I can trust myself and my decisionsthat they are rooted in goodness and truth.
A good therapist is essential-mine challenges me and supports me.
DV people will help-there are so many people that will help if you just reach out.
My issues were firmly rooted in my FOO and as an ACOA-shocker.
I know the truth-I don't need to defend myself to anyone.
FOO issues and dysfunction are truly real and toxic things.
My girls, oh my girls-my reason for everything. Every decision. Every struggle. They see my actions and are stronger and better for all of it-happy to show them a strong empowered fierce momma.
Love does not cure everything.
Loving myself was the answer to my problrms.
Forgiveness is essential.
Just say no to hoovering and quacking and lies and manipulation!
Life is good...
Anyone can change.
God always reveals in His time. Always.
Relapsing in codependency is just like alcoholism-gotta get back on the horse and dust yourself off, reassess, and move on.
Being single is stunningly amazing.
I don't miss one thing about my marriage or my ex.
Abuse is real and it's not ok.
I am worthy, I refuse to be abused or threatened or controlled by a crazy person.
Being sober is where the party's at-life is full color, bad and good...but it's real.
There is true evil in the world. I've witnessed it.
Happiness is an inside job. You just gotta look up and take that leap of faith to make it to the other side....and it's oh so sweet.
Happy my fourth weekend will not include a crazy drunk person steamrolling his way through the house and leaving his wife and daughters in his dust. Almost two years....and each day is another blessing. My girls, my heartbeats, my reasons-God sure is good.
God bless y'all and hope each of you have a calm weekend.
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This is for you, FoG:
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
-- Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
-- Maya Angelou
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