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Domestic Violence? You know about barring orders. You know that if he hits you, he can be put out of the house, and he knows you know. So he doesn't. Is that violence? He shouts at you. He gets right up close and he threatens you, with his words, his eyes and with two clenched fists but he strikes the wall, not you. Is that violence? He keeps telling you this is your problem; that you're the one who makes him do these things. Is that violence? He tells you're selfish, ugly and stupid. He says you're lucky he stays with you. He finds fault and he criticises until you start to believe him. Is that violence? You're eight months pregnant

Broken hearts hurt way too much, Heart starts dying, tears and such. I don't know why this hurts like hell, I hate it when you scream and yell. Through my eyes, it was all so dark, I tried to hide those scars, that mark. Get away from me, I want to be alone, Especially when you hit me, and even break a bone. You push me back, as I fall to my knees, I don't know what to do, how to please. My friends were all right about you, But I was lovestruck and had no clue. It's over now, but I lie 6 feet under, During the rain, during the thunder. He sets flowers on my grave, full of regret, Something like this is hard to forget..

Domestic Abuse. He's not able to control his temper. A blank canvas is all he is able to remember. Absolute rage consumes his mind refusing any sort of reasoning to enter. Her dad did the same to her mum, so she attributes it to the nature of his gender. She has now been admitted four times to A and E since last December. Abusive love is all she knows; she was never given the chance to experience anything better. She always forgives him. Her friends warned her but her heart just wouldn't listen. He has a hold over her that's why she is not able to resist him. She condemns her friends as to swift and hasty to dismiss him. Even tho

 I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I have to remember to breathe every time those words come, I don’t want to believe it. I still can’t believe it. I remember the first time my counselor looked at me and told me that my depression and anxiety might be something more. Great, I thought, What could possibly be worse than this? Firstly, PTSD is not a disorder that only affects our war heroes, though that is what it’s commonly associated with. My own first thoughts were: “isn’t that a disorder for war veterans or someone who witnessed war first-hand?“ The truth is there are many causes for Post Traumatic Stress

Don't tell me to get over it As though that took so little wit Contempt in your rolling eyes Primacy poorly disguised Don't order me to suck it up For I drink from a bitter cup You ask why I can't just 'move on' But all my forward thrust is gone Don't say that it's just a phase, I still can't see past this maze. The little fissure those eyes see A chasm meant to swallow me Don't claim that you can empathize It reeks of haughtiness and lies And all your pretty banal words Swirl around like feral birds You seem sure that their pecking Makes my mind so much tougher But that which doesn't kill Will only make me suffer

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Some of you may know of it in regards to soldiers returning from war. Flashbacks, overwhelming emotions – the whole lot, but this is just scratching the surface of this condition. I know, because I live with C-PTSD, a different but common form of PTSD. PTSD is like living in an alternate dimension. You can see the world you lived in before, but it all looks different. Things that were innocuous before seem dangerous, and people, places and things that you once loved can often trigger you, causing you to live in seclusion as much as you can. You live in a state of hypervigilance, a hyper arousal state not

I was having one of my worst days... Nothing compared to my past... But an awful day... Everything seemed to tip me off... I couldn't open a jar so I slammed it on the table and flipped it off before walking outside and shattering it on the sidewalk. The neighbors looked out their windows but they didn't do anything. I punched a pillow and ripped apart some of the wallpaper because I got paper cut by it. My past had left a horrible dent in me. This wasn't even Jimmy right now... This was the monster that was formed from being beaten day on end and cussed at. Starved, and put down on everything I dreamed. I kicked the wall and left a hol

One of the diagnostic criteria for PTSD  is hypervigilance. Hypervigilance is watchfulness or checking one's surroundings that is over and above what is normal or reasonable. Hypervigilance takes many forms. It is what makes some of us always choose an aisle seat or one where our back is to a wall. It's what makes some of us carry defensive weapons such as guns, knives, mace or pepper spray, a police whistle or a mobile phone set to 999. It makes some of us cross the street to avoid suspicious people. Some of us have alarm systems, multiple locks, window locks, high fences, guard dogs, etc. Another form of hypervigilance is studying people ve

"People who kill themselves are selfish." Well, darling, let me tell you a story, A story all too true. A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother. A mother of three girls... One just above the age of a toddler, One at the age of twelve, And one entering the life of a married adult. Now, the youngest girl was watching television, And the oldest at the neighbor's home. The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend, When something terrifying happened. Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing. The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation. The mother walked calmly p