This is my story. It is not pretty. I will tell it in pieces as it comes back to me. Please let me know if it’s confusing, and I’ll try to clear it up as much as possible. This story will not be tailored to tell a simple, pretty story. It is raw and true and a testament to the abuse I lived in for a very long time. I hope you will see a bright thread running through the hard fabric of these years. To pretty this up or minimize the dark would be a huge violence to all the women that have lived in abuse.
If you are living in abuse now, there is hope for you. God does not want you to be abused and He will help you find a way out. He wants so much more for you, sweet daughter! If you have survived abuse, please tell your story. It is healing, and the women who are living it now need to know there is someone who understands. If you are lucky enough to find this story hard to believe, this type of abuse difficult to fathom, please stick with me here. We need you to help us fight this fight. We need those of you who cannot relate. We need you to understand how important this fight is to the survival of so many. We need to know you are rooting for us.
I am one of those lucky ones who doesn’t understand, but I want to learn and understand how to help those who are in this hard place. I will be following as you bravely share all that you have been through and all that you have learned. Thank you for sharing and giving us the chance to grow through your blog.
I am so happy to hear that, Tanya. Thank you for walking with me!
Jennifer…..words escape me. You are soooo beautiful. Thank you for sharing your hard. My prayers are with you.
Thank you, Amy. Much love to you!
I was there. My entire being was wrapped up in him… My home, my job, my friends. I know that many women are in a similar situation with no apparent resources to leave. They feel no way out. I am so incredibly grateful that my mom was there for me and gave me a way out by supporting me and my daughter while I got my life back on track. Without her, I would probably be dead.
I’m so glad that you got out, Leea!