Yes, there is  life  after emotional abuse but it takes some time to heal.

For me, the first crucial step from emotional abuse into healing was no longer having to physically be around the abuser  on a day to day basis.   Next there were a LOT of tears.  I spent many days  just sitting and staring into oblivion.

After putting up with emotional abuse for so long, self-destructive habits like consuming too much alcohol emerged.  I completely lost my once unshakable faith in God.  I threw out dozens of spiritual and self-help books I had once eagerly read.  I also threw out every single memory and photo of the abuser I could lay my hands on.  I was no longer able to tolerate other people’s petty drama.  I gained weight.  I developed physical pains I’d never had before.  Trusting people became much more difficult.  I slept a lot.  I avoided others.  I screamed into a pillow.  I no longer cared if I was well groomed. After dealing with emotional abuse I found it hard to pick up my old interests or consider engaging in any new ones for awhile, it simply took too much energy.

Gradually things began to change.  For a short time I occupied myself entering online contests, trying to win cash, trips or a new car.   Perhaps it was a waste of time but at least I began to have  hope for a positive future.

Finally, I stumbled into a long lost interest in creative pursuits.  I started making crafts and actually had the patience for artistic trial and error.  I became a woman obsessed.  I HAD to be making stuff all the time.  It was very therapeutic.  I would scan Etsy for hours looking for new ideas.  It felt so good to be alive.

I once again resurrected my old dreams, determined not to let anyone or anything EVER stand between me and my sanity or self worth again.

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Terri blogs at: How to Nail Jello to a Tree