I kinda wish someone had told me what abuse looked like, and how it hides beneath shame. I kinda wish someone had told me what abuse smelled like, filth wrapped up in fear. I kinda wish someone had told me what abuse felt like, soft blade slits on skin, a brain saving that trauma to resurface from the slightest future touch.
I just wish someone, anyone, everyone, told me abuse comes disguised as love, maybe then I would have recognized it’s many senders ❤️
Lack of knowledge about the faces of abuse causes lost girls to latch on to the very people they should let go. Please prepare them for the horrors of humans disguised as lovers, family and friends.
The Unnerved Traveler