Today, I find myself sitting with the weight of my own pain, and it feels heavier than ever. I can’t shake the feeling that I’m trapped in a never-ending cycle of hurt and helplessness. From a young age, I’ve faced relentless bullying and abuse at home—both physically and psychologically. It wasn’t just the harsh words or the cruel actions; it was the constant feeling of being less than, of being unworthy.
As an adult, the patterns from my childhood have followed me like shadows, shaping the way I interact with the world and how I see myself. My parents and my sister continue to inflict the same kind of hurt, and it feels as if my soul has become accustomed to this kind of treatment. The pain isn't limited to my family; it extends to my workplace, where I’ve experienced bullying and discrimination as well.
In a desperate attempt to numb the pain and escape the crushing weight of my emotions, I turned to alcohol. I’ve been drinking on and off for years, trying to drown out the hurt and find a temporary reprieve. But the relief is fleeting, and the cycle of addiction only adds to the overwhelming sense of helplessness.
I’m finding it incredibly difficult to break free from this pattern. My self-talk is harsh and unrelenting—I am my own biggest critic, and the negative voices in my head often seem to drown out any sense of self-worth. I berate myself for every perceived failure and struggle to find any semblance of kindness within.
Today, I’m coming to a realization that if I want my life to change, I need to confront and heal from these deep wounds. I need to address not just the pain inflicted by others but also the pain I inflict upon myself through negative self-talk and self-destructive behaviors. I need to learn how to practice kindness and forgiveness towards myself, even if it feels foreign and difficult.
It’s clear that my journey towards healing must start from within. I need to be gentle with myself, acknowledge my worth, and recognize that I deserve more than the cycle of abuse and self-loathing that has defined so much of my life. I don’t have all the answers, but I know that change starts with a commitment to treating myself with the compassion and respect that I’ve longed for from others.
So today, I’m taking a step—albeit a small one—towards healing. I am deciding to challenge my negative self-talk and to seek help where I can. I hope that by breaking this cycle and learning to be kinder to myself, I can begin to create a life where I feel in control, valued, and, most importantly, at peace.
Here’s to starting over, one day at a time..