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Tonight I do not question that I am worth every minute of my own time, for my own healing and, most importantly, to honor that little girl that spent many years lost within myself.

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Eva Marie blogs at Thankfully Chewed Up and Spat Back Out.

Fragrant Liar

I know exactly what you are saying about that little girl inside you. I was molested when I was only 3. I remember it. Not clearly, but well enough to be certain of its reality and how it has affected me my whole life. I wrote about it in less than vivid detail (because I can't write it any other way) here:

http://fragrantliar.blogspot.com/2009/06/void.html

I take care of the little girl inside me still. I think of her often, and I treat her to special things once in awhile because she is me, and good self care is essential.

I also had an abusive husband. Not as violent as some, but that doesn't diminish all the years of how badly he treated me. I got out too, with my four kids. I'm so glad you did as well.

My best to you.
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Kay

Learning to love yourself and let go of that shame is the hardest part - even though the shame, like you said, isn't yours to carry.

Putting it to words, sharing your story... that's such a huge step towards healing.

I truly hope that little girl inside you is beginning to thrive again. Because you're right - she wasn't lost, she was just hidden inside you.

Thank you so much for sharing here.

Sunny

Thank you for sharing your story.

Emily R

oh, that little girl

FreedomFirst

God works in mysterious ways. Who would have ever thought that his cruel words would trigger your healing process? I'm so sorry that you were victimized like that. To hurt a child is the lowest and most evil form of violence.

Karen

What a truly powerful and moving post. Thank you for sharing your story. I'm deeply touched. I wish you peace and strength as you continue onward in your journey toward healing.

Aunt Deb

Thank-you so much for these words - "To heal you need to grieve… To grieve you need to feel… To feel you need to be open for the ache… To do that is to love yourself, and know you are worthy of the time and energy involved."

I read them to my daughter, who is recovering from a horrible injury.

Bless You!

Aunt Becky

Beautiful post.

Kate

This was so well written!

I'm proud of you for recognizing that you must allow yourself ot grieve the losses you suffered in order to move forward in life and for taking the steps to do just that.

You are strong & brave.

Liz

Loving yourself is so hard, even under the very best of circumstances. How much harder when you're carrying around other people's shame? You do deserve to grieve for yourself, and to love yourself, too. Never doubt it. Thanks for sharing.

Joy

Oh, Eva Marie, your words resonate. Thank you for sharing, and I am so glad that you are surviving and that you recognize your worth. Hugs to you and to the little girl inside you.

Elizabeth Kaylene

I've often felt that the little girl I once was is lost, but you're right; she's still there, and she deserves to be indulged. Whether that means buying yourself a Barbie or letting yourself cry, we all need to take care of our inner children.

I'm proud of you.

Natalia

Congratulations, while the abuse and torture you suffered was incredibly unnecessary and more horrible than anyone can understand I think you will like the person you become after the grieving and recovery is done.
Remember to always keep your head up!
Good luck to you!

GranmaPoss

Such an important recognition - self worth. Grieve and recognise and move forward. Always moving forward. Pleased you are giving yourself the space.

Eva Marie

Thank you so much for all the wonderful and kinds comments so far - I really do appreciate them all!

Lillian

Thank you for having the courage to share your story.

" I believe surviving will be a lifelong process." So true, Eva Marie.

Thank you for sharing. You've come a long way. Here's to a future full of peace and healing.

brandi

oh. my.
i'm sorry that you have suffered so much. but so thankful that you are loving and recovering. i wish you much peace and happiness in your future. (hug)

Cat

Bravo!!!

I want to say I am so proud of you because so many people never come to a place where they allow themselves the time to tenderly care for themself.

This was written so well.

Indigo

I learned this hard lesson a few year ago when a complete stranger, hugged me and said I'm hugging the little girl you were and letting her know someone loves her. It absolutely floored me a stranger saw me as I was all those years ago and knew that little girl needed comfort. Like you I realized I needed to embrace her as well and let her know she was finally safe and loved. I loved her, as I love myself completely these days.

Thank you! for sharing this part of your life, for the courage it took, for loving the little girl you once were. (Hugs)Indigo

Lisa @ Unfiltered Insanity

I finally grieved for my innocence a couple of years ago, too. ((((HUGS)))) It's a different grief. Thank you for sharing.

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I really, really can't find words for this.

And I really don't need to. There's nothing I could ever say that could possibly do a better job than what you've already said.

I am awed.

And I know -- personally -- someone who should read this. I hope she will. But even if she doesn't, someone will who needs it just as much.

Thank you, thank you so much for putting this out there for others to find and take strength from. You've done more than you can ever know or even imagine.

Your story is as beautiful as it is heartbreaking. And your survival when not surviving would have been easier is not just an inspiration, it's a gift. To yourself, to your sons, and to untold others.

Thank you for giving it so freely.

Nicole

Thank God that little girl never really went away -- she matured into a strong, introspective, respectful, empathetic, confident and emotionally empowered woman. BRAVO!

Glad for you and your children that you have started the journey. May its path lead you to the peace and happiness you so richly deserve.

Fran

You have captured something I truly believe - you must love yourself. You are worth the time and energy needed to recover. Bless you for sharing this insightful disclosure into your healing process. This is an outstanding example for anyone who has suffered and is striving to overcome.

Wow. I don't know you, but feel this odd sense of Pride for you. And for your children.