Let me rest in peace

who eats sticks is not like one who counts them. This phrase is one of the examples spread among people. The strange thing is that I used to hear this proverb and did not pay any attention to it, and considered it referring to physical harm only. But lately, hurtful phrases began to echo around me and in my ear, without regard for my feelings, that made me revolt and shout at them, ordering them to remain silent and to stop putting salt on my bloody wound. Am I wrong when I shouted at my executioner and asked him to stop hurting me? It is true that I endrued his floggings one after the other without saying a word or letting out a sigh of pain. Did he think that my silence and patience over his wound was evidence of my loss of dignity and pride??? No, and a thousand no, and put a red line under the word no. My silence was nothing but a kind of slow death. I drink the poison of his actions every night and swallow the bitterness of his words. I am seized by excruciating pains that brutally devoured my soul. And most importantly, to find my hopeful friend who might help me mend my broken heart. Get out of my face, you narcissist, and let me rest in peace.