It is so much easier to stay where we are comfortable even if that place is one of tremendous pain, of sadness. It isn't so much that such a place is addicting, it's just that we know it so well. This and fear kept me in my place of sadness, actually, my place of misery for a long time. Maybe I sound like a broken record, sometimes, but, when I took a risk, just a tiny, tiny one to step out of my hell, it was the beginning of the end of my abusers death-lock grip. Take that tiny risk.
im petrified if truth be known. i cant help it, something in me is broken and im so scared.im scared of everything,everyone, what if they turn out to be just like him, what if they say they love me, and then abandon me, use all my fears and insecurities against me and wittle me down till theres nothing left. im only just clinging on, i cant tell you this, i cant even say it out loud. if i do , im admitting defeat and hes won..... even tho he already has... he wanted to destroy me....he did.
In The Guardian, Alexis Petridis penned a fantastic reflection on the UK’s scary public information films of the 1960s to 1980s. For more than 60 years, the government’s Central Office of Information (COI) created FUD-fostering films about talking to strangers, playing with matches, sticking things in electric outlets, rabies, slippery floors, etc. The COI was shut down last week due to funding cuts.