Survivors often develop an exaggerated need for control in their adult relationships. It’s the only way they feel safe. They also struggle with commitment-saying yes in a relationship means being trapped in yet another family situation where abuse might take place. So the survivor panics as her relationship gets closer, certain that something terrible is going to happen. She pulls away, rejects, or tests her partner all the time.
I cannot imagine a more perfect hell than being trapped inside my own mind.
If you feel trapped quit thinking about the trap and start thinking about your value. Life favors value. Value is your way out.
You’re innocent until proven guilty,
Break free from the binding robes of passion that feels like a lump in your heart, perform that surgery today, and you’ll be set free forever.
We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.
I’ve seen how cigarettes went from being advertised in every type of media to being something found to be deadly… they can’t kill me no matter how many of them I smoke but I’ve seen humans die from smoking them… if I were you I would stop smoking them.
My heart pounded annoyingly in my ears, and it was getting harder to stay focused. I’d almost gotten trapped in here, and now I’d come back. Sometimes I did have truly terrible ideas.
Helplessness didn’t have to be my identity, I wasn’t condemned to it. I was willing – able – to change. Our enmeshment had been enabled by my belief that I needed [my mom] to help me, to take care of things for me – and to save me – but, back in the home where I’d learned this helplessness, I found I no longer felt that I was trapped in it.
He roars, “What have you done?