This is my story. Not perfect or polished, but true.<\/p>\n
We were together for almost 30 years and had several children. There were many people around me, yet I was alone among them. No one really saw me; no one seemed to care. I felt life slowly fading inside me, almost dead though still alive. I had to stay alive for my children. They needed me. I was all they had. To my spouse, the children were only in the way.
\nMy days passed one after another, grey and identical. I felt trapped on a treadmill with no way out.
\nOne dark day, my sister called. She wanted to tell me she thought I was a good, lovely person. I believed her words. I began to see myself in a new light. I also began to see things I could do to influence my life. I could choose. I could change things.<\/p>\n
This is how it felt: the invisible cage around me was crumbling, piece by piece.<\/p>\n
Gradually, I understood something important. I began to see myself differently. I began to see choices and possibilities.<\/p>\n
To you, perhaps walking a similar road right now: sometimes, without realising it, we may come to see ourselves only as victims. Yet there are alternatives. You can have a say in your own life.<\/p>\n
In my story, I found a better path to walk. Little by little, life began taking me towards brighter places. Colour started returning.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Gunilla<\/em><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" T\u00e4m\u00e4 on minun tarinani. Ei t\u00e4ydellinen eik\u00e4 siloteltu, vaan tosi. Olimme yhdess\u00e4 liki 30 vuotta. Yhteisi\u00e4 lapsiakin useita. Ymp\u00e4rill\u00e4ni oli paljon ihmisi\u00e4, mutta kaikkien niiden ihmisten keskell\u00e4 olin yksin. Kukaan ei oikeasti n\u00e4hnyt minua, kukaan ei tuntunut v\u00e4litt\u00e4v\u00e4n. Tunsin el\u00e4m\u00e4n hiipuvan sis\u00e4lt\u00e4ni pikkuhiljaa, melkein kuollut vaikka elin. Minun t\u00e4ytyi pysy\u00e4 elossa lasteni takia, he tarvitsivat […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[58],"tags":[],"oma_polku":[],"class_list":["post-468","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-tarinat"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/omaihminen.fi\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/468","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/omaihminen.fi\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/omaihminen.fi\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/omaihminen.fi\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/omaihminen.fi\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=468"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/omaihminen.fi\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/468\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":469,"href":"https:\/\/omaihminen.fi\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/468\/revisions\/469"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/omaihminen.fi\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=468"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/omaihminen.fi\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=468"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/omaihminen.fi\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=468"},{"taxonomy":"oma_polku","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/omaihminen.fi\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/oma_polku?post=468"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}