The scares are visible, the pain comes and goes, but the memories are still there. I hope this helps someone to get help, get out and heal.
This article is in honor of the women who came before me and the ones after me.
I had blinders on. I wasn’t blinded by love just pure ignorance. My mother never whispered words of warning about the “wolves in sheep’s clothing”, nor did I see the “proceed with caution sign”. I describe my experience with domestic violence, as being in the Twilight Zone, during that period of time nothing seemed real, it felt like it was staged. Although my wounds have healed, my heart is mended and my spirit restored; I think about the women who did not make it out and are still knee deep in the grips of the terror of domestic violence. My story is one of hope, desire and rebirth.
The Face in My Mirror
A Self Portrait
I woke up that morning as I did every morning, feeling like I had been drinking all…
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