What Doesn’t Kill Me
Makes me indestructible
In the past few months I’ve noticed a profound change in myself. I feel as though somehow I’ve been transformed. I don’t remember ever feeling this powerful, independent, or emotionally strong. I feel as though all the so-called negative experiences of my life have somehow burned away the excess and left nothing but the real me. The indestructible me.
Let me explain.
I’ve written on this platform about my history with abusive men. I married my very first boyfriend in high school and he turned out to be abusive in every way. He trained me to walk on eggshells in his presence, he taught me that the telling the truth wasn’t safe, being myself wasn’t acceptable, and that my happiness meant nothing. He tried to break me down mentally, emotionally, and physically. But instead of breaking me, he created a monster. I was determined to escape, to graduate from college, to succeed when he told me I couldn’t. I was a very honest person who learned to lie to survive.
When I finally found the courage to leave that relationship, I was strong but also very damaged. And I was bitter. I couldn’t trust anyone, not even myself. Especially not myself — after all, I had chosen such a manipulative, horrible person to marry. After several years of dating not good enough boys during my twenties, I finally found someone that I…
