March 21, 2021
Continued from Abused No More on High Street Chapter 8
When I read stories on the internet about abusive relationships, it is so often, “he said-she said”.
The victim is the victim and the abuser condemned. In the real world however, it may not be so simple. Victim and abuser are both human beings. Within each human is the potential for both good and evil. And within each is the hope of salvation.
1 John 1:8 “If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us.”
The first time was in high school. A life-saver candy hurled at the wall of the girl’s restroom. Shattered into tiny pieces, the release was for me—cathartic…and dangerous. Like kids today who cut themselves to release a build up of pressure—I had found an unhealthy (yet seemingly so innocent) outlet for my deepest frustrations.
Fast forward ten years. I regrettably (deep regrets) hurled something not so innocent and not belonging to me; something precious of my husband’s. It shattered into tiny pieces, but this time the release was not cathartic. I felt the hook of a bizarre addictive behavior triggered by our fighting that would last for too long.
A pattern continued sporadically, and yes, always his things. A terrible symptom of something I could not yet understand, I suffered. And so did the man I loved. I was out of my mind and inside desperately wanted someone else to stop me, to hold me; perhaps pin me down until the feelings of impending doom that raced through my body subsided. I felt as if my own being would break and shatter into tiny pieces.
At the time, I did not yet understand complex PTSD or the devastation I would cause. At the time, mental health was not so openly spoken about. I quietly kept my inner turmoil to myself just under the surface so as not to upset the illusion of peace. Quietly that is until the two of us would clumsily fumble through our own inability to communicate like healthy adults—and the tantrums would begin once again.
As I write about this now, under the current circumstances, I can’t help but look back and shake my head as if waking from a ridiculously long nightmare. How does it happen that two people who love one another (and get along well most of the time) could act out so destructively? As if possessed by demons. What strange mix of karmic afflictions and family heredity working out through the minds and bodies of two people who came together to have and to hold to care for one another in sickness and health…it takes two. Always.
Since then, instead of throwing and breaking things, I discovered a much better way to release some of my pent up stress.
I throw knives.
–NZain
I write about these things because it is a fact. For too many years I stayed quiet with the horrible feelings eating away at my insides and most importantly, my marriage. Pretending to be happy is no way to live life. And life is short.
Growing Up... 
Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you, 💕
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Well, it is a war ax
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Like a volcano lying dormant while pressure builds up within. Until suddenly, one day, it erupts. With fury. With devastation. Never good to hold things in, it does the same thing when the pressure builds.😳🙂🖐😺
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No. Never good to hold it in. Ask me how I know. 😔🖐😺
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Yep, and so many people fall into the trap of holding things in, many different things, but it works the same. I hope you have a wonderful day Nina!😀🖐😺🌞
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I fell into this trap for too many years…for the sake of ‘keeping the peace’…until it exploded out of me. Not pretty. But after a time, and after the dust settles…and the clean up can begin, I can see brighter days ahead. 😊🖐😺
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That’s a good way to look at it Nina! It’s always possible to get out of that trap and move ahead into those brighter days! Have a most wonderful day Nina!😀🖐😻🌞
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very very touching… I appreciate you for being open enough to share your experiences which are eye-opening, and which people can learn from…actually, no one is perfect, and within each person lies a potential to be both good and evil; on the other hand, and fortunately, within each person also lies hope of salvation: we all have the potential to behave in ways that can aid our progress in GOD’s direction … please note the response I received after clicking the link to your Chapter 8: “Oops! That page can’t be found.”
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Thank you, dear Ihagh for all of your kind words here…they are very much appreciated. Yes, chapter 8–the missing chapter. Oh boy. Maybe I’ll repost it again one day…🙂
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you’re welcome
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This struck a chord and brought tears to me eyes…in a good way. Nina, I wish I could be as beautifully open and honest as you are. I’m still struggling to be able to let my authentic self be free and at peace. I know this takes time, trust and strength all which I work hard at each day. I know its getting easier which means I’m getting closer. Thank you for sharing your heart with us
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Hi Angie, 🤗 the events which led up to me writing this piece…far from beautiful. Heart sickening painful. But sometimes pain can be the best the teacher of them all. Sometimes we have to get so far down on our knees that we can only go up.
Being honest…authentic is the only way to be free and at peace…regardless of what life sends your way. It does take time—for the tree to grow. Can’t be rushed.
Trusting that we are exactly where we need to be in our process..and God sends helpers in the most mysterious of ways—if we can see this and surrender—our lives can truly transform. And those around us will benefit. Everyone suffers in their own way.
The kindness here is so touching. I am happy to share. Dear Angie—your words encourage me to keep going. If through writing my own personal life experience—others may benefit, then I won’t have suffered for nothing. Thank you for reading and your kind feedback. I appreciate you being here. Big love and hugs I send your way!💓💓
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This reminded of a really good verse. God is so faithful to help us when we are open to: “CONFESS our faults one to another, and PRAY one for another, that we may be HEALED. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man AVAILETH MUCH.” James 5:6
There’s so much power in sharing. It releases wounds we have born alone for way too long. And it helps us to change from the inside out. 💜
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Thank you, Renee. Yes, I have borne these wounds for way too long. Feels good to get them out—like a splinter. I do need a righteous man to fervently pray for me. Do you happen to know one? ☺️
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