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Verbal Abuse Journals

Category: Verbal and Emotional Abuse Help and Support

  • Declaration of Freedom From Abuse

    This declaration of freedom from abuse states my boundaries. I’ll use the word “you” because I am unwilling to put up with verbal abuse from anyone anymore.

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  • Gnawing Hurt-My Reality Counts For Something. Right?

    Gnawing Hurt-My Reality Counts For Something. Right?

    My reality counts for something. Right? It was agony. Maybe it was agony because I was hurting ALONE. Just like now, I alone hurt for this marriage, for my husband, for my children, and for me. He doesn’t hurt because he doesn’t believe the problem is abuse. He thinks it is me.

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  • Angel Teaches Personal Boundaries

    Dear God, What can I do for Will? Listen to God closely and still the echoes in your heart, including those that you do not remember so well. Do not do for Will what it is you think you need. Be a pillar of strength and understanding, but do not mope for him. Don’t be…

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  • Conversation with Truth, the Hardest Angel to Hear

    I don’t believe I am talking to an angel. There is no peace and comfort here. If this is true, it could be less painful. I will continue to ask God to let me keep my baby.

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  • Abuse Described In The Bible Proverbs 6:16-19

    Abuse Described In The Bible Proverbs 6:16-19

    Proverbs 6:16-19: Looking inward to find the source of my pain I once again miss the forest for the trees. If I had once thought about my husband as I looked at the list of what God hates, maybe I could have realized he abused me sooner.

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  • Detaching from an Alcoholic

    Detaching from an Alcoholic

    Al-Anon is helping me to detach from Will’s drinking, but I’m not liking it too much. I feel responsible for making him well and happy so he can be NICE.

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  • I Thought He Loved Me

    I Thought He Loved Me

    Her mouth is half-blocked like her voice is slipping away, she’s sacrificing herself on a cross, there are vortexes sucking the little woman away, watery graves, naked and unprotected caught in a silent scream … I drew this image and still didn’t consciously realize I was stepping into an abusive relationship.

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