I’m feeling so upset right now about the injustice in our world.  About the injustice that happens to people who have been abused.  We deserve to be HEARD.  We deserve to be SEEN.  To be understood and VALIDATED!  Not to be told to keep our mouths shut.  Not to have to hide in shame and secrecy.  Why is it that the abuser is often the one who gets to walk around freely while the one who was abused carries the weight of it all?  The injustice is so deep and so wrong.  Why are those of us who have been abused been told that we are lying or making everything up?  Why is the abuser often believed over us?  Why do they take their  word over ours?  I wish I could do something about this injustice.  I wish I could make the world a better place.  I wish I could take away the burden and heaviness that we have to carry.  You do not deserve to have to carry this.  Neither do I.  I wish we could all be healed and freed from these burdens.  I wish I could take away all of our anxiety and depression and shame and self-hate.  I cannot, but what I can do is tell you that you aren’t alone.  You aren’t alone.  I’m not alone.  We are in this together.  I understand what you’ve been through and I know you understand what I’ve been through too.  Maybe that’s one good thing that came out of all this horror of abuse.  We understand each other’s hearts.  We understand each other’s pain.  Maybe a tiny part of me is glad I went through the abuse so that I can relate to all of you now.  It’s a gift to be able to understand your pain and suffering and to be in it with you.  The strongest people I know are those of us who have survived abuse.  We are warriors.  Survivors.  WE ARE NOT ALONE.