I was receiving my bank statements to my new PO BOX and then they suddenly stopped. I called the banks in question and they both confirmed that they had my new PO BOX as my postal address. Two months passed and they still had arrived. I got the guy at the Post Office to open my old PO BOX as I had a letter which showed this a being my old address. There they were. I immediately called both banks as to why and how this had happened and they again confirmed that my new address was on record. The one chap said to me that the only way that that could of happened was if they had put a tag on me at FORENSICS. Is this not coincidental, that his best friend worked in Forensics at the one and another at the other! NO ONE EVER PROTECTED ME #extreme#abuse#but#i#was#accussed#of#being#the#abuser#extreme#danger
To the person who just didn’t feel it today. Who just didn’t feel loved. Who just didn’t feel enough. Who just didn’t feel worthy. Who just didn’t feel heard. I understand. 100%, I promise, I understand. Believe it or not, I struggle quite often with some of those things. I find myself upset with my appearance. Upset with not having a big enough voice. Upset with not being heard. Upset with feeling like I’ve fallen short. Upset with not feeling accepted. I get it. And it’s hard. But tonight, I’m here to tell you with all that I have in me, that y o u were heard today, seen today, wanted today, && loved today. Those quirks you made?? Someone heard them. That cute outfit that you were hoping someone noticed? They did. You are so much bigger than you think. So much more than you could ever imagine. And don’t think for a second that you have to keep those feelings bottled up. Speak up. Hurt out loud. Because I guarantee you, you’ll get a “hey, me too.” Or a “I understand. I’ve been there.” Talk with someone. Hurt with someone. It’s okay to hurt. And hurting with someone shows how brave you are. How willing you are. How honest you’re being. Something I’m working on as well, speaking up about how I really feel instead of just saying “I’m okay” and brushing it off. It’s OKAY to not be OKAY, we just can’t stay that way. And I promise, the things I say on here, on my blog, whatever, is something I’M needing to do/ work on as well. So to end this, hey, I understand. I’ve been there. Today, I was not feeling it, but we can just not feel it together because you do not have to hurt alone. #i#love#you#all#okay ?!!??