From Trauma to Triumph: My Journey of Healing and Resilience
There was a time in my life when I felt trapped in a cycle of abuse and manipulation. I was used and mistreated, and the weight of my trauma seemed unbearable. Each day felt like a struggle, and I often wondered if I would ever find a way out. But deep within me, there was […]
Escaping Domestic Abuse: A Mother’s Story of Survival and PTSD
I’m 29 years old my story starts off as meeting this guy online us dating he asked me to move in after 3 months of dating. I move in with him and that’s when the abuse starts he never let me shower or use the bathroom with the door closed I could never walk outside […]
Survivor of Domestic Violence: My Journey from Trauma to Freedom
I am a double survivor of domestic violence. When I was 19, I was fresh in the military, specifically the Marine Corps. As a woman who accomplished this, I felt so much pride and confidence every time I put on my uniform. I met a fellow Marine in my unit who used to woo me […]
Breaking the Silence: My Journey of Survival and Hope After Abuse
Every year since 2021- i’ve shared my story and will keep sharing my story for those hiding in the silence. To anyone who cannot use their voice i want you to know, i was once in your shoes and YOU ARE NOT ALONE. My story starts when i was 14. So young, barely getting into […]
Surviving Domestic Abuse: My Journey from Trauma to Healing
The torture I endured at the hands of my ex-husband can be incomprehensible to some. He didn’t look like an abuser. He didn’t act like an abuse in front of most people. Very few people got a small glimpse at the abuse. Nobody noticed the chunk of missing hair, because I parted my hair to […]
A Child’s Clarity: How My Daughter Helped Me Escape Abuse and Find Healing
Through the unclouded eyes of a child, my daughter saw the truth about him long before I did. She saw right through his carefully constructed facade, recognizing the cruelty and manipulation he expertly wielded. Despite her warnings I remained blind, clinging to the desperate hope that things would change. It was her quiet act of […]
