Domestic violence claims a few chapters of my story, but not all. And domestic violence does not hold me in chains of fear, self-hatred, or a cycle of “what-if”s any longer.
Learning – almost two decades ago – that other women had survived domestic violence gave me deep hope and fanned my long-banked coals of determination into flames.
Today, I look back to Jan 2000 – when I began to escape – and see a sometimes difficult and sometimes joyous hike through a hot mess of switchbacks.
Some of my switchbacks and struggles will remain within the confines of my heart. Some, I pray, will give one person hope.
Today, I begin a new journey – sharing stories of recovery and release.