“Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again”-Mother Goose
I remember learning this nursery rhyme as a child and thinking, “What a stupid poem! Why would Humpty Dumpty sit on a wall knowing he’s a damn egg and he could fall?” Today I still wonder this same thing but in completely different terms. Since the age of sixteen I have been a survivor of domestic violence, suffering mental, emotional and physical abuse at the hands of someone I loved. Now at the age of thirty-one I try my best to be conscious of the feelings I inflict on others. Careful not to subconsciously treat them as I was once treated. For anyone who has endured any kind of abuse [mental, emotional or physical] you understand how difficult it is to break the cycle. Once you break free from the chains that once held you captive all you want to do is run as far away as you possibly can and never look back. For some running away overshadows the healing process and you never quite heal; sure, the bruises fade and the bones mend but what about the damage that was done to your emotional self? Those are the wounds that require the most first aid.