It is so much easier to stay where we are comfortable even if that place is one of tremendous pain, of sadness. It isn't so much that such a place is addicting, it's just that we know it so well. This and fear kept me in my place of sadness, actually, my place of misery for a long time. Maybe I sound like a broken record, sometimes, but, when I took a risk, just a tiny, tiny one to step out of my hell, it was the beginning of the end of my abusers death-lock grip. Take that tiny risk.
Out of all the people that could have broke me. Pulled me apart. Made me feel worthless. Made me believe I'm not good enough for anyone or anything. Why did it have to be you? You were the one person I thought I could trust. I loved you so much and I still fucking do. Why did you do that to me? I just wanted to make you happy.