Yes I have. I was raped and beaten within an inch of my life, this on top of being married to an abuser at the time.
We don't think of words being as bad as physical abuse but they are and they cling to you even when you believe they are not bothering you. It is a constant. Always with you. Words are living things. That is why mothers who constantly belittle their children are beating them without understanding what they are doing. Men their wives, fathers their sons.
How did I get past it. I had a good childhood, bad marraige, I have come to understand your gonna get it sooner or later in life. Good childhood/bad marraige, Bad childhood/good marraige, seems to be a pattern. I have met thousands of people in my career. This war alone, 30/40 men a day, 7 days a week, 14 months that adds up to thousands for just that time alone. I have heard life stories, we are products of those experiences.
I suppose the war, this one especially, focused me. Made me see what is important and what is not. That each day the sun comes up signaling a new day, a new start. The seasons come and go as reminders, things die, harsh times happen, then there comes a new beginning, everything renews itself. That is how I got through it.
Every morning birds sing, they never cease to amaze me. They are there, through bitter cold and gentle rain into Spring and Summer. Tiny, frail things, how empty the world would be without their songs. That is how. They called me back to life, along with the seasons.
I hope you will listen and look and find your way again. The journey is not worth taking without the bad times. Someone once said without evil in the world we would not recognize the good.