Anyone reading this blog will have seen the great amount of writings I’ve posted concerning the pain I felt – and still feel – three or four years after suffering emotional abuse. I’ve found that I need to write to survive. Writing helps a lot. Because I have suicidal tendencies, it actually helps me stay alive.

I can’t talk enough about how badly I was treated and I’ve never felt I’ve been sufficiently heard. If the person who hurt me had cared enough to show remorse it would have made all the difference. I’m sure I would be coping better. It would be easier to forgive – maybe even forget some of it.

This person witnessed my suffering, but never showed concern or inquired after my health – did not care about my pain.