My Faith Pulled Me Through
Trigger Warning This story may contain descriptions of physical and sexual violence that some survivors may find particularly upsetting. Please consider your triggers and well-being before reading past this point. × Dismiss alert Share on facebook Share on twitter He would talk down to me as if I was stupid every single day of my […]
My story – Iris Pendleton
My Love After Abuse Story I entered the abusive relationship as a 19-year-old college student and exited as a middle-aged woman. In the aftermath of it all, I realized I had spent almost half of my life accepting daily verbal, financial, and emotional abuse mixed in with intermittent physical abuse. I never intended to stay […]
Surviving Domestic Abuse: Never Again
Trigger Warning This story may contain descriptions of physical and sexual violence that some survivors may find particularly upsetting. Please consider your triggers and well-being before reading past this point. × Dismiss alert Share on facebook Share on twitter In all abusive relationships, it’s about manipulation & control. It doesn’t always start out that way. […]
Surviving Domestic Abuse: I was a scared teenager
Trigger Warning This story may contain descriptions of physical and sexual violence that some survivors may find particularly upsetting. Please consider your triggers and well-being before reading past this point. × Dismiss alert Share on facebook Share on twitter he shot up my house and held a gun to my head and told me he […]
Surviving Domestic Abuse: It Never Stopped
Trigger Warning This story may contain descriptions of physical and sexual violence that some survivors may find particularly upsetting. Please consider your triggers and well-being before reading past this point. × Dismiss alert Share on facebook Share on twitter I thought it was supposed to be like this, I thought it was supposed to be […]
My story – Harmony F
That maniacal laughter of his was almost drowned out by the ax in my hand. With hot tears beading in the corners of my growing tired eyes, and my chest beating through the walls of my throat, I knew what I had to do. What’s that saying- an eye for an eye? Well, in my […]
