the power of your words
In life, I've learned the importance of words and the power they hold. My parents once emphasized the need for tact when speaking, and while I understand their point, I've come to realize that keeping everything bottled up can imprison our own thoughts. There are times when silence is necessary, but in a judgmental world, it's not always the best defense.
People I've encountered along the way have shown me glimpses of life's truth. I've been branded a 'silent talker' because I preferred to avoid trouble by keeping quiet. But I've also learned that speaking up is crucial, especially when it comes to setting boundaries.
Freedom of expression is a double-edged sword. Our words can resonate powerfully, intimidating others without us even realizing it. If used carelessly, they can give life to trouble.
Recently, I experienced the pain of being cursed at by the father of my child. It wounded me deeply, causing a panic attack after years of trying to move on. Despite the distance, he still held power over me.
I remember a conversation we had before, where I firmly expressed that physical and verbal abuse were absolute deal-breakers for me. To me, the moment two people start cursing at each other, irreparable damage is done to the very foundation of love and trust. Yet, there I was, experiencing the very thing I had vowed to protect myself from.
Life used to be so simple when it was just all about playing house with the cousins and an afternoon swimming by the river. As age comes by easy; slowly, dreamland became a far flung community. It never existed, today. Fantasies and dreams, when they become vivid, creates a harsh reality that will slap you at any minute of the day. It saddens me that after all that life has given me, at one point, you realize everything becomes disposable. Love becomes disposable.
"Yawa man diay ka."
How could someone I once loved utter those words without hesitation? How could someone who once claimed to love me say such hurtful things?
Experiencing verbal harrassment is a torturous ordeal. The pain is excruciating, and it left me questioning my worth and my boundaries. But I learned a valuable lesson - setting boundaries is crucial. If we don't establish limits, the hurtful behavior will persist, causing us even more pain.
In moments like these, we must hold onto our strength and find the courage to protect ourselves. It's not easy, but it's essential for our well-being. It will take some time for me to get over this but let's remember that we deserve love and respect, and no one has the right to treat us with anything less.