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Should I Stay Or Should I Go

Some people know what they're desstined for, what they're purpose on earth is, what they're value is. As your about to read my life has left me unsure of myself. Fear of the unknown is paralyzing to me. I don't remember a time in my life where I felt sure of myself, of my purpose, of my value..huh that's actually funny what value? They say that people will forget what you said. People will forget what you did...but people will never forget how you made them feel. Well the following is what I was made to feel from the moment I took my first breaths, the moment the light first hit my hazel eyes. In fact it was while I WAS in the womb that my father first struck at me intentionally punching my mother in the stomach. When I look back I can't pin point the defining moment. I can't figure out where it all went wrong. I didn't have much of a childhood, my innocence, childhood bliss and child like feeling of invincibility in relation to ones personal safety and security was robbed. To many times to count, to many methods of inflicting optimal pain, to write them all hear or even remember them all. Some of them just seem to blend in to one horrific pile of shame, embarrassment, and fear. FEAR, walking on eggshells, words and phrases that I know the meaning of all to well. Years of huddling in a corner hearing my mom shriek and beg for my dad to stop beating her. Then silence. Then minutes later footsteps getting closer and the door bursts open, OH GOD! I know that look in his eyes, I have seen it many times and with all the uncertainty in my life this is on thing I can be certain of, I know what that look means, I know what is coming. The only thing I don't know is how long I will be beat for and what methods he will employ to make my body, heart and soul hurt. Perhaps it will be some kicks to the ribs with his pointy toed boots that he always wore due to insecurity about his height or lack there of, the kicks to the ribs will be followed up by more kicks to whatever other part of my body is exposed as I wrench in pain and to try to cover myself from the blows, only to expose another part of my body for my dad to hit me. I am crying and pleading for him to stop, trying to shield myself he stops for moments as he takes off his belt and unloads a verbal barrage at me of how weak I am, what a little girl I am for crying, men don't cry, I am not a real man, I am to sensitive, my mom is to nice to me and so he has to teach me how to be a man. By this point he doesn't even have to tell me, I know I am to pull my pants down so he can whip my naked skin with the leather belt. The belt hits me all over my backside and legs leaving there mark. The marks all seem to blend in with each other, all different colours, in various states of healing from previous beatings. Almost a road map of or a log of sorts of the beatings and which was worse then the other.
  I'm a naturally very quiet , discrete , private , shy person so even at the best of times I am not a social butterfly. I'm also self-centered and can't stand for people to want me or need me. Pretty much I don't let people get to close and the moment a person starts to want me or need me or love me. I shut down, I'm skeptical. Why would anyone love me?Want me? Need me? There must be some ulterior motives. Because look at me I'm a useless, helplessly addicted drug user, with extreme mental health issues, borderline personality disorder, psychosis, depression, post traumatic stress disorder. I cut myself all over my arms and wrists. When Im cutting myself the emotional pain seems to ease momentarily and the deeper the better because my mind tells me I deserve to suffer. I deserve it I've sold drugs on the streets to survive being homeless and to support my heroin and crack cocaine habit. As a teenager I broke into homes, shop lifted, robbed innocent people and drug dealers, I participated in enabling woman to prostitute themselves because they asked me to spot for them. That's taking down the license plate numbers of the johns that were picking up the prostitute, so that If the girl wasn't returned on time the police could be alerted. For this I got half the money and then the girl would usually get me high with her half of the money. Now you see, I'm a bad person. I mean even when I was a kid I was so detestable that my dad punched, kicked, slapped, pulled and threw me around by my hair, whipped me naked with a belt. At the very least that was an everyday event. I was getting off lucky if all he did was tear my clothes off and whip me with his belt, he shoved my face into my own vomit , or deficated and urine soaked diaper. That's how detestable I was that I deserved all that. As I write this I'm almost one year clean from all illegal drugs, but its not that big of a deal. I'm still on methadone, clonazapam anti anxiety medication, citalopram anti depressant, and risperidone anti psychotic medication. Most days I have to fight just to get out of bed and function normally. I don't have the drive, will to live, energy to fight. People say you have to push through it. If it was that easy trust me I would just push through it. I don't know maybe now you'll listen when I say I'm weak, useless, self centred. I know deep inside me that I'm destined to forever spin my wheels in a never ending cycle of institutions and homelessness. So my options are get high and numb the pain, unfortunately the drugs stop working the longer you do them. Every time you get high your chasing the illusion that you'll experience what you experienced that first time you got high. Plus your life becomes so unmanageable so you see the only reason I've stayed clean and even sought treatment was by crawling through the doors of detox a beaten , hopeless soul. So I stopped doing drugs for now. How long this will last? Probably as long as I remember the pain and misery of active addiction. Eventually, you forget and so the obsession returns, you pick up and boom you've unleashed the gates. My second option is to do what I'm doing , suffer in silence, cut my body, and make some plans. I have a team of health professionals at my disposal. All claiming they want to help. My mind tells me why?Why do you care? Why would anybody care about me? Why don't you just leave me alone? So as they say, here I stand at the turning point. I'm tired of fighting , I'm tired of community mental health support workers, substance abuse counselors, methadone doctors, group therapy, social workers. So where I go from here well I'll let you read between the lines. Let's just say its inevitable, will happen one way or another naturally or other. You'd never know to look at me. I don't fit the stereotypes. I suffer in silence , putting on different masks for different situations. It's something I've got down to an art form, its a survival mechanism ingrained in me at a young age, living life walking on egg shells, fighting to survive. I don't write this for shock effect, sympathy, or recognition. I write it under the cloak of anonymity and privacy which the internet provides. I write this so that the next time your at work and you look with distaste at the quiet, shy person, or the next time you hurriedly step over the smelly person laying on the side walk as you sip your five dollar Starbucks chai tea latté, just remember that person is probably suffering in silence. They weren't always like that, at one time they had dreams, hobbies , aspirations , hopes , faith. They're a son, a daughter , a mom, a father, a brother , a sister. They say we don't change when we see the light, we only change when we feel the heat. If need be, perhaps from this story , you will feel the heat??
libra604 libra604 26-30, M 10 Responses Feb 4, 2012

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Congrats on the 1 year being clean, its not easy but also let the professionals help out some, youll be glad you did.

I understand and can relate. Four years is a long time and the tragic moments in your life are chilling. It is true, one can't forget how people can make you feel, but your confession tells me that you're strong enough within to vent it all out without fear and that in itself is an accomplishment.<br />
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I hope you listen to the people who are trying to help you...they wouldn't be around if they didn't care because believe it or not they want you around and feel better. Not many would offer to do that and there is a length people will go to...you just need to give them hope that you'll meet them halfway. <br />
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Pain comes and it goes and no day is the same, so try to encourage your mind's eye that the people who seem to be bugging you are actually trying to help you. It's your choice to take their hand or not because such experiences don't happen to everyone and not many will stick around. You've gone through a tough life and yes it is true, we should all look around us and see that people do suffer in silence without expressing it so again, you're not alone.<br />
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My first advice to you would be to just fall, let yourself be vulnerable and exposed and you may just be pleasantly surprised at how many people will catch you. Do take care even though it hurts like Hell's fire.

Christyna, you almost made me cry. The phrase retuen me to right minded thinking came to from "Take me To The Truth" by sanchez and Viera. I had know idea that the bible backed it up but the power of those versus cannot be denied.<br />
Isn't it weird that after your eyes are opened (BY the grace of God) the things written in bible actually make sense? Thank you for the gift of letting me see those quotes. I have never been successful in reading the Bible. After reading a Course in Miracles twice I defnitely might iunderstand it better now.<br />
Thanks for your email Libra

@ Lorilogic and of course @ one of my favorite North American's, Libra:<br />
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Below is a 5 minute Video (song) about Listening and Believing the Voice of Truth ~<br />
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tcuiuIwtpa4

Awe thanks. Right back at cha you are definitely one of my favourites, but you know that I hope. Take Care and thanks for all your kind words and support.

@ Lorilogic ~ I too had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and relived my past everyday all day for years. I may not have had PTSD to the extent as Libra, but enough to cause me great anguish and torchure. I must add that I love the phrase you speak out when you are hearing the voices of the past condemn you again. You say, "Shut it down." And, "Return me to right-mind thinking." Both of these phrases are sc<x>riptural. Did you know that? <br />
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Shut it down is:<br />
Matthew 16:23 But Jesus turned and said to Peter and said, “GET BEHIND ME, SATAN! You are an offense to Me, for you are not mindful of the things of God, but the things of men.”<br />
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Return me to right-mind thinking is:<br />
2 Timothy 1:7 For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a SOUND MIND.<br />
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2 Corinthians 10:5 We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and WE TAKE CAPTIVE EVERY THOUGHT to make it obedient to Christ.

I was chilled to the bone when I read your post becuase I know from experience, that you still hear his voice, in incredible detail. That you still feel the terror in each awful moment. If I had to guess I would say that you still feel his breath on your cheek. Everytime this particular tape plays in your mind you remember every detail and the fear comes back and makes your stomach sick. If I am off the mark just let me know but I know the voice and I have the problem so i doubt I am. <br />
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Here is the thing I learned in the last few years and it can free you up if you let it. There is nothing in this world that will change the past. There is nothing anyone could say or do that erase that pain, even if they read from a prepared sc<x>ript it would not lessen the pain. BUT you can change and choose to shut it down. I never knew you could do that, but you can. I got used to thinking that my parents only did to me what they were taught from the cradle and they were unconscious to the way the world truly was. We perpetuate poor behavior from the cradle by adherring to the time worn stupid outdated ideas that we are forced to deal with everyday.<br />
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The only moment is right this second and it is the only one that matters. Give yourself permission and you can let all the bad stuff go, but it has to be your choice. Yeah it happened, Yes it was horribe, Yes it was unfair....okay. Does the pain you allow yourself relive over and over hold any forward progress for you? Does it hurt the people who caused the pain? Are you letting them victimize you all over again everytime you allow them to repeat it? When you hear that horrible voice that tells you , you are less than, shut it down. I always used the phrase, return me to right minded thinking. It shuts it down and then little by little with each discovery you make, it goes away. It takes a little practice but you will be amazed at how fast you can master it. Don't give those people permission to victimize you over and over again.<br />
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Lori

Wow I'm almost speechless! Thank you for taking the time to read one of my personal life experience stories. I sincerely want to express how much your kind words and thoughtful feedback in your comment means to me. Thank you very much.

I do understand a lot of how you feel I lived in a simular home when I was growing up. my mother was the monster control freak who you walked on eggs around I was afraid all the time you never knew what she would do.my father was a pervert who loved little girls .everyone in the house was CRAZY not saying that I am not.when I was a 16 year old I became a mom and I loved my son very much .he did grow up to be a wonderful person .but to this day I struggle but much like you I learned to wear a mask .oh I am the queen of the mask and I learned this early on to survive.too

I'm sorry that you've been through your own awful experiences. I wish you all the best. Thanks for taking the time to read one of my stories. Please Take Care .

I agree with Christyana. You ARE valuable and the way you write you could be an author.<br />
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I'm so angry about your father the piece of human rubbish. Words cannot describe him.<br />
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Where are you staying at the moment? In the UK we have hostels for homeless people and they then go on a list for a flat. How does it work in Canada?<br />
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I wrote on your whiteboard that I was anxious but at least I've got a flat. I feel guilty now.<br />
Love and hugs<br />
Don't let the b..ds get you down!

Awe don't feel guilty, I'm glad your safe. Thanks for the kind words and for taking the time to read one of my stories. Take Care!

Libra is in the PROCESS of recovering from all his trauma. These childhood experiences have not destroyed his entire life, although they had his younger years. Libra is doing the right thing by writing, talking, getting the poisonous pain out.<br />
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Hang in there Libra, it will continue to get better as long as you continue treatment. God bless you, Hun. I am so sorry you endured all this hell, but it is over and you are on the path of recovery and healing. God has a plan for you that is good. Because of your experiences, you will be able to reach people that other's cannot. God did not want these things to happen to you but He will use them for good. He always does. <br />
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You are valuable and we need you Libra! Hugs and God bless you today!

Awe so touching as usual from you. Thanks for all the talks, support, teaching me about god, and just being you. Hugs and prayers. Luv libra604

that is so sweet. God bless you!

okay i couldn't read all of that. Way too disturbingly desc<x>riptive for me. Are these your experiences or you just telling a story?

Sorry it was too much for you, but yes of course these are my personal life experiences and what my life is as we speak , today in the present. Who could write about such stuff as just a fictional story.

you could be an author. I was hoping you were. I'm really sorry you had to go through that. It wasn't the length that got to me, it was the way you talked about your dad. I feel lucky, even with my issues, that this shi* didnt happen to me.

Are you okay now libra? have these childhood experiences destroyed you, or have you conquered them?

An author? Wow you really think? Thanks. Yes the experiences have made my life challenging. As my story says I am a heroin and cocaine addict, I.have mental health issues, I'm on 4 different medications. But I'm trying. February 10th I'll be one year clean from all illegal drugs.

I'll remember that date. I'm going to give you a big fat congrats in your inbox.

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