
tiredplant777
Student
- Jul 23, 2021
- 196
Like the title. I dealt with my abuser for years. I never talked about this but now I don't really care, but he was a perpetrator of satanic ritual abuse. I dealt with a lot but also I wasn't trafficked or anything, I was always able to get away. Very unusual. I got really good at surviving, like it's a miracle - literally. I thought there was a point to surviving beyond avoiding extreme torture and death. I thought there would be something at the other end of survival, but there hasn't been. There's nothing.
I'm really grateful my abuser's plan didn't work out, I mean that would have been horrific. But I don't know why I'm alive now. Things aren't calm, I can't trust anyone, which is exhausting. Shitty things still happen. I'm in my 30's, I lost my 20's because of this man. I don't have the resilience to deal with anything anymore, and I don't feel like I'm having enough positive experiences to give me hope and happiness. I do not know why I am alive or what my worth here is. I am a good person, and I've had multiple people tell me I am the kindest person they know (I think they mean it), which is cool, but I feel like while that is great for others it's not something that takes my pain away and I'm so tired of the idea that suicidal people need to keep living for the sake of others. I don't want to stay alive just for others, I want to stay alive because I have things that make me happy and feel loved and I just don't really have that. I think I thought by surviving I'd find love and connection on the other side, but I am so alone. I just want to cry in someone's arms but of course that's not something I have now.
It feels like now the only thing I was alive for was to survive and now I am just in some void.
I'm really grateful my abuser's plan didn't work out, I mean that would have been horrific. But I don't know why I'm alive now. Things aren't calm, I can't trust anyone, which is exhausting. Shitty things still happen. I'm in my 30's, I lost my 20's because of this man. I don't have the resilience to deal with anything anymore, and I don't feel like I'm having enough positive experiences to give me hope and happiness. I do not know why I am alive or what my worth here is. I am a good person, and I've had multiple people tell me I am the kindest person they know (I think they mean it), which is cool, but I feel like while that is great for others it's not something that takes my pain away and I'm so tired of the idea that suicidal people need to keep living for the sake of others. I don't want to stay alive just for others, I want to stay alive because I have things that make me happy and feel loved and I just don't really have that. I think I thought by surviving I'd find love and connection on the other side, but I am so alone. I just want to cry in someone's arms but of course that's not something I have now.
It feels like now the only thing I was alive for was to survive and now I am just in some void.