{"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-fases-de-cura-depois-de-escapar-a-um-abuso-emocional","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/6-fases-de-cura-depois-de-escapar-a-um-abuso-emocional\/","title":{"rendered":"6 fases de cura depois de escapar de um abuso emocional"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

Seria t\u00e3o bom se algo assim fosse poss\u00edvel, certo? N\u00e3o importa quantas vezes diga a si pr\u00f3prio que ningu\u00e9m pode magoar-vos<\/a> sem a sua autoriza\u00e7\u00e3o, acontece muitas vezes sermos magoados sem o sabermos.<\/p>\n

Talvez as pessoas que pens\u00e1vamos que nunca nos iriam magoar, acabem por nos magoar mais. Aconteceu-me a mesma coisa.<\/p>\n

Acreditei cegamente num homem, pensando que ele nunca me magoaria intencionalmente.<\/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

Ele era t\u00e3o bom ator e fazia-me sempre acreditar em tudo o que queria. Para ele, eu era apenas uma marioneta que obedecia a todas as suas regras, enquanto ele era o mestre das marionetas, brincando comigo das formas mais cru\u00e9is poss\u00edveis.<\/p>\n

Ele fez-me am\u00e1-lo e depois bateu-me at\u00e9 \u00e0 morte emocional.<\/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

Ele fez-me acreditar nele, e depois traiu-me.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Ele traiu o meu amor, o meu afeto e todas as coisas que eu tinha sacrificado para estar com ele. Nem o meu melhor era suficiente para ele, por mais que eu tentasse.<\/p>\n

Ele fez-me sentir que estaria sempre presente e depois deixou-me sem dizer uma palavra.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Era um \u00f3timo mentiroso, dizia-me coisas que eu queria ouvir, coisas que eu tanto desejava, para conseguir o que queria.<\/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

Fiquei completamente devastado<\/a>.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Estava confuso porque estava totalmente livre de o meu agressor<\/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

Foi isso que fiz e comecei a curar-me de o abuso emocional<\/a> a que estive exposto durante todos esses anos.<\/p>\n

Aceitei o facto de ter sido v\u00edtima de abusos<\/h2>\n

\"mulher<\/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

Sempre pensei que era apenas uma fase m\u00e1 que acabaria em breve. Mas, infelizmente, durou mais tempo do que eu pensava. Durou at\u00e9 ao dia em que fui deixada sozinha.<\/p>\n

E mesmo que tenha sido muito dif\u00edcil para mim aceitar que tinha sido abusada, tive de o fazer para poder avan\u00e7ar com o meu processo de cura. \u00c9 como no caso de um alco\u00f3lico, quando admite a si pr\u00f3prio e aos outros que tem um problema, \u00e9 muito mais f\u00e1cil seguir em frente e curar-se corretamente.<\/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

Estava a lidar com uma crise constante<\/h2>\n

\"mulher<\/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, em que acreditar<\/a> ou como me sentir. Fiquei sozinho, a lutar no meu pr\u00f3prio 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

Precisava de aprender tudo sobre mim pr\u00f3prio. Sabia que tinha de enfrentar todos os meus problemas porque era a \u00fanica forma de voltar a entrar no caminho certo.<\/p>\n

Estava zangada comigo pr\u00f3pria por ter aguentado os abusos durante tanto tempo<\/h2>\n

\"mulher<\/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

Queria tanto ser o antigo eu e dei o meu melhor quando vi que estava a assumir o controlo da minha vida passo a passo.<\/p>\n

Estava deprimido e sentia-me desamparado<\/h2>\n

\"mulher<\/p>\n

Depois de me aperceber de como estava destro\u00e7ado, fiquei deprimido e senti-me impotente. Uma parte de mim sabia que as coisas n\u00e3o eram perfeitas, mas fechava os olhos, pensando que tudo iria melhorar.<\/p>\n

Pensava que coisas assim tamb\u00e9m aconteciam aos outros. Pensava que era tudo parte do amor. Mas era tudo menos amor. \u00c9 pena que me tenha apercebido disso demasiado tarde.<\/p>\n

Sentia-me sempre entorpecida porque h\u00e1 muito tempo que tentava proteger as minhas emo\u00e7\u00f5es e acabei por me isolar delas.<\/p>\n

Even if I was liberated and I could do anything that I wanted, I still couldn\u2019t feel verdadeira felicidade<\/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

Perdoei-me a mim pr\u00f3prio<\/h2>\n

\"mulher<\/p>\n

A certa altura da minha vida, apercebi-me de que precisava de me perdoar por ter ficado numa rela\u00e7\u00e3o abusiva. Essa era a \u00fanica forma de seguir em frente e fazer algo de bom com a minha vida.<\/p>\n

Depois de ter for\u00e7as suficientes, decidi perdoar tamb\u00e9m o meu agressor. N\u00e3o porque ele o merecesse, mas porque eu merecia paz.<\/p>\n

Queria tanto livrar-me de todas aquelas emo\u00e7\u00f5es negativas que estavam presas dentro de mim. Pensava que odiando-o me iria curar, mas isso nunca aconteceu. Quando decidi deix\u00e1-lo sair da minha vida, libertei-me dele.<\/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

Consegui finalmente ver que era realmente digna e mais do que suficiente e comecei a amar-me novamente. Talvez esse momento tenha sido o mais crucial no meu processo de cura.<\/p>\n

Comecei um novo cap\u00edtulo da minha vida, deixando de lado a toxicidade<\/h2>\n

\"mulher<\/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

Houve momentos em que quis desistir, momentos em que quis morrer e outros que me puseram um sorriso na cara. Houve tamb\u00e9m aqueles que me provaram mais uma vez que, por muito que me magoassem, eu renasceria sempre das cinzas, tal como a 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 aceitei o facto de que posso ser feliz sozinho<\/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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