Ambrenna Solis

My Lesson on Emotional Abuse

TRIGGER WARNING: Abuse, mentions of Self-Harm and Suicide I had never been in a horrible relationship before, so this treatment was shocking to me. Nevertheless, it took me years to stop it because I became so accustomed to it. Before my abuse, I became depressed when I was 13 and developed anxiety, paranoia, and many bad habits. In my freshman year of high school, I went to hospitals, therapists, and was prescribed medication for my feelings and behavior. I looked to boys/men to fill the emptiness I felt, and it was such an unhealthy habit to have. Not only did I use guys to feel whole, I picked ones that were completely toxic to my mental health. When I was 14 I met a boy, who we'll call "Grey," who was three years older than me and we got to talking a lot. He seemed just like my type - dark, brooding, troubled - and I was extremely attracted to him. Within less than a week of our nonstop talking, Grey became my boyfriend, and although I was moving to the other side of the country the next month, we decided to give it a shot. Obviously, since our relationship was long distance, you can gather on your own that the abuse was emotional, but still just as painful as physical abuse.