{"id":17333,"date":"2020-11-05T12:13:33","date_gmt":"2020-11-05T12:13:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/herway.net\/?p=17333"},"modified":"2022-02-25T11:26:32","modified_gmt":"2022-02-25T11:26:32","slug":"6-etapas-de-la-curacion-tras-escapar-de-un-abuso-emocional","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/6-etapas-de-la-curacion-tras-escapar-de-un-abuso-emocional\/","title":{"rendered":"6 etapas de la curaci\u00f3n tras escapar de un maltrato emocional"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cNobody can hurt me without my permission!\u201d
\nMahatma Gandhi<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Ser\u00eda estupendo que algo as\u00ed fuera posible, \u00bfverdad? No importa cu\u00e1ntas veces te digas a ti mismo que nadie puede herirte<\/a> sin tu permiso, a menudo ocurre que te hacen da\u00f1o sin ni siquiera saberlo.<\/p>\n

Quiz\u00e1 las personas que pensabas que nunca te har\u00edan da\u00f1o, al final son las que m\u00e1s te hacen da\u00f1o. A m\u00ed me pas\u00f3 lo mismo.<\/p>\n

Cre\u00ed ciegamente en un hombre, pensando que nunca me har\u00eda da\u00f1o intencionadamente.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

But I was so wrong because he stabbed me in the back with the sharpest knife while kissing me and telling me that he loved me. That was his favorite place to stab the knife because it meant I didn\u2019t see it coming.<\/p>\n

Era tan buen actor que siempre me hac\u00eda creer todo lo que quer\u00eda. Para \u00e9l, yo no era m\u00e1s que una marioneta que obedec\u00eda todas sus reglas mientras \u00e9l era el maestro de marionetas, jugando conmigo de las formas m\u00e1s crueles posibles.<\/p>\n

Me hizo amarlo y luego me golpe\u00f3 hasta matarme emocionalmente.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

He did so many bad things to me that I can\u2019t remember what hurt me the most. But I just know that with him, I transformed into a woman I couldn\u2019t recognize anymore.<\/p>\n

Me hizo creerle y luego me traicion\u00f3.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Traicion\u00f3 mi amor, mi afecto y todas las cosas que hab\u00eda sacrificado para estar con \u00e9l. Ni siquiera lo mejor de m\u00ed fue suficiente para \u00e9l, por mucho que me hubiera esforzado.<\/p>\n

Me hizo sentir que siempre estar\u00eda ah\u00ed, y luego me dej\u00f3 sin una palabra.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Era tan buen mentiroso, me dec\u00eda cosas que yo quer\u00eda o\u00edr, cosas que yo ansiaba tanto, para poder conseguir lo que quer\u00eda.<\/p>\n

He swore that he would always be there for me but he left as soon as he got a chance. Without saying a word, without saying \u2018goodbye\u2019.<\/p>\n

Me qued\u00e9 totalmente destrozado<\/a>.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Estaba confundido porque estaba totalmente libre de mi abusador<\/a> but I didn\u2019t know what to do on my own. I had become addicted to him over the years and I didn\u2019t know how to function on my own. And that was his ultimate goal.<\/p>\n

To lead me on, to twist me around his little finger and in the end, let me live in the world totally disoriented. He knew that I wouldn\u2019t know what to do with my life. He knew it too well. I felt like I couldn\u2019t think on my own.<\/p>\n

I felt like I was crazy because anything I did wasn\u2019t right. I thought that I had reached the end of my life and that I couldn\u2019t make it on my own.<\/p>\n

Yet there was still some hope inside of me, whispering: \u201cTry\u201d.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Eso fue lo que hice y empec\u00e9 a curarme de el abuso emocional<\/a> a la que hab\u00eda estado expuesta durante todos esos a\u00f1os.<\/p>\n

Acept\u00e9 que abusaron de m\u00ed<\/h2>\n

\"mujer<\/p>\n

No woman would love to be abused but once it happens you actually can\u2019t do anything about it. I was abused but I refused to believe that I had, all along the way.<\/p>\n

Siempre pens\u00e9 que s\u00f3lo era una mala fase que acabar\u00eda pronto. Pero, por desgracia, dur\u00f3 m\u00e1s de lo que pensaba. Dur\u00f3 hasta el d\u00eda en que me qued\u00e9 sola.<\/p>\n

Y aunque me cost\u00f3 mucho aceptar que hab\u00edan abusado de m\u00ed, tuve que hacerlo para seguir adelante con mi proceso de curaci\u00f3n. Es como con un alcoh\u00f3lico, una vez que se admite a s\u00ed mismo y a los dem\u00e1s que tiene un problema, es mucho m\u00e1s f\u00e1cil seguir adelante y curarse adecuadamente.<\/p>\n

In this case, I was also an addict\u2014I was addicted to a man who was never mine. A man who never loved me. A man who sucked me dry. One who leeched off of me. One who beat me to emotional death.<\/p>\n

Estaba lidiando con una crisis constante<\/h2>\n

\"mujer<\/p>\n

I was on my own after so many years of abuse. I didn\u2019t know how to live without the man who would tell me what to do, en qu\u00e9 creer<\/a> o c\u00f3mo sentirme. Me qued\u00e9 sola, luchando en mi propio mundo de caos.<\/p>\n

I was anxious because I thought that I wouldn\u2019t make it on my own. I had become addicted to my abuser and now that he wasn\u2019t there, I didn\u2019t know how to behave properly.<\/p>\n

He had made all the important decisions for years and now I was left alone to make the biggest decision of my life\u2014to save myself. I didn\u2019t know how to function on my own so I gave myself some time. I needed to listen to my body.<\/p>\n

Necesitaba volver a aprender todo sobre m\u00ed misma. Sab\u00eda que ten\u00eda que enfrentarme a todos mis problemas porque era la \u00fanica forma de volver a encarrilarme.<\/p>\n

Estaba enfadada conmigo misma por aguantar el abuso durante tanto tiempo.<\/h2>\n

\"mujer<\/p>\n

I was so angry at myself for staying so long with a man who totally ruined me. I couldn\u2019t believe that I hadn\u2019t seen what he was doing to me. I couldn\u2019t believe that I was so blind in love to miss all the signs of disrespect and the lack of love.<\/p>\n

I felt so embarrassed and ashamed to have let a man treat me like that. I wanted to die at that moment because I couldn\u2019t look at myself in the mirror.<\/p>\n

When I did, I didn\u2019t recognize that woman standing in front of me. And it hurt me the most once I realized that I was the one who had let that happen. My anxiety and frustration had been present in my life for a long time but I accepted them as a part of my healing process.<\/p>\n

Deseaba tanto ser la antigua yo que hice todo lo que pude una vez que vi que tomaba las riendas de mi vida paso a paso.<\/p>\n

Estaba deprimida y me sent\u00eda impotente<\/h2>\n

\"joven<\/p>\n

Cuando me di cuenta de lo destrozada que estaba, me deprim\u00ed y me sent\u00ed impotente. Una parte de m\u00ed sab\u00eda que las cosas no eran perfectas, pero me limitaba a cerrar los ojos pensando que mejorar\u00edan.<\/p>\n

Pensaba que esas cosas tambi\u00e9n les pasaban a los dem\u00e1s. Pens\u00e9 que todo era parte del amor. Pero era todo menos amor. L\u00e1stima que me di cuenta demasiado tarde.<\/p>\n

Me sent\u00eda insensible todo el tiempo porque hab\u00eda intentado proteger mis emociones durante mucho tiempo y acab\u00e9 aisl\u00e1ndome de ellas.<\/p>\n

Even if I was liberated and I could do anything that I wanted, I still couldn\u2019t feel verdadera felicidad<\/a>. Something was missing but I didn\u2019t know what. I felt like I was just an observer of my life and not a participant.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t know myself anymore. I couldn\u2019t recognize the person in the mirror.<\/p>\n

Yet I could feel that things couldn\u2019t now get any worse than that. I knew that something big would happen to me if I let it.<\/p>\n

Me perdon\u00e9 a m\u00ed mismo<\/h2>\n

\"mujer<\/p>\n

En un momento de mi vida, me di cuenta de que ten\u00eda que perdonarme por seguir en una relaci\u00f3n abusiva. Era la \u00fanica manera de seguir adelante y hacer algo bueno con mi vida.<\/p>\n

Cuando tuve fuerzas suficientes, decid\u00ed perdonar tambi\u00e9n a mi agresor. No porque \u00e9l lo mereciera, sino porque yo merec\u00eda la paz.<\/p>\n

Deseaba tanto deshacerme de todas esas emociones negativas que estaban atascadas dentro de m\u00ed. Pensaba que odi\u00e1ndole me curar\u00eda, pero eso nunca ocurri\u00f3. Una vez que decid\u00ed dejarlo ir de mi vida, realmente me liber\u00e9 de \u00e9l.<\/p>\n

He wasn\u2019t there to control me anymore and he wasn\u2019t present in my mind as much as before. After this stage, I felt so much better and I knew that life was preparing something good for me.<\/p>\n

Por fin pude ver que realmente val\u00eda la pena y que era m\u00e1s que suficiente, y empec\u00e9 a quererme de nuevo. Quiz\u00e1 ese momento fue el m\u00e1s crucial en mi proceso de curaci\u00f3n.<\/p>\n

Empec\u00e9 un nuevo cap\u00edtulo de mi vida, dejando ir la toxicidad...<\/h2>\n

\"mujer<\/p>\n

That was my final stage\u2014the one where I decided to embrace the new life I had created, fighting so much for better days to come.<\/p>\n

I could finally see something positive because I had put a lot of effort into this healing process, which wasn\u2019t the easiest thing to do.<\/p>\n

Hubo momentos en los que quise rendirme, momentos en los que quise morir y otros que me hicieron sonre\u00edr. Tambi\u00e9n hubo otros que me demostraron una vez m\u00e1s que, por mucho que me hicieran da\u00f1o, siempre resurgir\u00eda de mis cenizas, como hizo el Ave F\u00e9nix.<\/p>\n

I found what I had been looking for all this time\u2014the love I had lost, the faith I had lost and the trust in myself that I had lost.<\/p>\n

Finalmente acept\u00e9 el hecho de que puedo ser feliz por mi cuenta<\/a> and that I don\u2019t need a man to complete me\u2014just one who will accept me completely and who will love all the broken pieces of me.<\/p>\n

And after all this time, I can finally recognize the person in the mirror. Her eyes are not swollen and red anymore, her face is not pale and she doesn\u2019t have a blunt look. She isn\u2019t shattered anymore\u2014she is just a beautiful mosaic of all the battles she has won!<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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