Solemnizing the one-year anniversary of my liberation from domestic violence on January 18, 2014 left a poignant taste. Supposing that this libation would be exultant, proved to be an incorrect hypothesis.
In reference to physicality, the invectives and maltreatments are no longer present. Unfortunately, my consciousness continues to be powerfully shackled from many arduous years of abuse.
The ability to navigate the trickery of my mind teems elsewhere and the oxymoron that is unliberating liberation offends me; however, perpetual positivity assuages the sorrow.
“Strength of character isn’t always about how much you can handle before you break, it’s also about how much you can handle after you’ve broken.” ——-Robert Tew.
In other words:
Even though I am physically free from abuse, my mind is still in a bind but my belief that things will get better is never-ending and that helps me.
“Humor is the instinct for taking pain playfully”. Max Eastman