Following yesterday's blog post I received this story from a young woman, she has asked me to post it up for her. Perhaps you can comment on her story below and share what you have learned from giving and then taking back your power.
You have no power over me.
Being relatively young my loves and loses are few and have been
less serious that a lot of the people I ask advice from, my mother,
aunties, father and friends.
My little heart
has taken a few beatings. I've been caught up with people who have done
me no good. I've watched people self destruct, become victims to vanity
and drugs and felt completely heart broken at not fitting the mould that
what i felt like was 'the perfect woman', and in turn the perfect
girlfriend.
The most hurtful thing anyone said
to me was that "they wanted to settle down and get married, and I just
wasn't the girl they wanted to do that with". I spiralled, getting
sadder and sadder that no matter how I behaved that I was never going to
be good enough for anyone.
I stopped eating, I
would take laxatives and self harmed. It was easier for me to
understand the physical pain of heartbreak than try and confront the
notion mentally. I allowed myself to be taken advantage of thinking that
it didn't matter.
One day I saw the light, me
and the bad man who had told me that i was not enough for him, who had
cheated and treated me badly throughout the year we were together asked
me to come round. Naively i went, I hadn't seen him in a year or so, and
i couldn't help myself.
I stayed in his bed,
but the more he spoke the more disgusted I was with him. He made moves
to have me again, but unlike before, where i had been weak and had so
little self worth that I had given in, I said no.
The no that issued from my mouth felt empowering, I felt new, I felt healed and I felt strong again and I left.
I
was reminded of labyrinth, with the heroin reaching her destination,
overcoming all obstacles and fighting hard battles to save her brother,
but also coming of age in the journey. When she is offered what she has
always wanted, she finally realises, that that fantasy, is no longer a
good thing, no longer real.
"You have no power over me".
I
felt that. I felt that, finally no-one would have that power over me. I
was no longer shackled to some idealistic fantasy, and i didn't want to
chase something that was not mine.
As
i sit writing this, I am healing from a relationship, but a
relationship that has been good, loving and deeply happy, I needed that
bad man, to show me how strong I am, to find someone who did treat me
with all the love and kindness that I deserved.
The
experience, with a bad man taught me, that no matter how much you might
want something, or someone, you can always take strength, maturity and
do whats best for you, putting your feelings aside and objectively
looking at a situation, you can command to be treated with respect and
dignity.
The pain I went through was necessary, and there are days where i still wonder what might have been, with each lover i've had.
But
I know, in my heart of hearts, whoever is lucky enough to share my
mind, my body and my soul, will never treat me like that again. And I
don't hate the bad man, in fact I wish him luck and hope he is well, I
hope that he learnt as much as I did about relationships and respect.
I
hope that anyone who reads my story, who has felt as though they have
been chasing air and smoke, are strong enough to stop running, are
strong enough to give up and be selfish enough to fall in love with
themselves and realise their self worth, beauty and strength. You are
good enough, and if someone can't see that, they will never be enough
for you.