OP
I was in different, but abusive, circumstances, and I felt moved to share this with you:
About five years ago, I was married, lived in a beautiful house, and I was horribly, horribly trapped - in my relationship, which was verbally, emotionally and spiritually ("You don't have the right to exist!") abusive; and in myself.
Five years ago, I was at the kitchen sink, washing up, looking out the window, contemplating where I was and my future based on this, and I asked myself:
"Is this all there is?"
"Is this what my life has come to? Is this what I have to look forward to in the future?"
No, it wasn't. It isn't. I stepped well outside my predictable, fucked-up, abusive comfort zone, and started to make changes. I left my marriage, that house, the area, my line of work, my lifestyle, many familiar habits, my safety, and many of my beliefs, behind.
Life has changed. It has been difficult, it has pushed me into confrontations with myself that have asked me to grow beyond what I could imagine, and it has been amazing too. Life goes on - it isn't trouble-free, it isn't always 'nice' - but it is increasingly on my terms, and I am discovering who I am - who I hid away from - more and more each day.
I am so fucking grateful I grabbed the opportunity to leave and to follow a thin but golden thread that led me back to myself. I keep following it. I keep discovering things. I cannot tell you how precious and beyond-words rewarding this is. I love myself, and I am able to love more. My creativity is coming back; I am doing things I would never have imagined. I am challenging the roles I unconsciously took on from my childhood, my parents, society, the expectations of those who never really saw me. Because it's only now that I'm starting to see myself. I wouldn't trade that for anything. Not one thing.