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We Were Victims Once

A few days ago, after scrolling through so many stories of abuse on tumblr, I wrote and published this little article. It's proven to be my most popular post and is still being reblogged. I tend to focus primarily on abuse on tumblr, but I thought I'd share this here. We Are Not Victims Anymore.

I was surprised to realize that most of the people I know here are victims of some kind of abuse. After scrolling through so many posts about the horrors of those still dealing with wounds that never heal, I felt inspired to say something, as a former victim of abuse myself.
This is what our abusers would have us believe because it is our faith in this falsehood that strengthens their hold on us. At some point, we came to realize that we were more than the words of our tormentors. We found the strength to break away. Never forget that; no matter how dark it got, you got out. That takes more courage than most will ever know.
Quite the contrary; we are strong beyond measure. We have looked the terror of this world in the eye and lived to tell about it. We love passionately but do not give it freely. We are damaged but not irreparable. We appreciate the good times because we’ve seen firsthand how bad it can get.
We are hurt, wounded, and we may endure pain that will stay with us to the end of our days, but let us never forget that we broke free of those who would do this to us. There will never again be a day where we are bound to them, where we will hear their wretched lies, where we will feel inadequate.
We were victims once.
We are survivors now.
And if you’re still enduring this nightmare, say something to someone, anyone. Because it’s not right, you don’t deserve it, and you CAN do better.
Thanks for reading. 
Keep fighting.


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