The effects verbal abuse have on me cause me to feel unlike myself. I feel dead inside, not knowing which way to turn to make things right again. It’s a disgusting and soul-killing way to live.
Depression today has the same purpose as it had during my abusive relationship: to dull the good, feel the bad, and then try to fix me. But I’m not broken. My brain chemistry is broken. Domestic violence and abuse broke my brain.
I’ve been so depressed & moody lately – I’ve been terrible. I either am so deeply in love that I can’t see, or else he is irritating the shit out of me.