One woman’s story of how, after enduring two decades of escalating emotional, verbal and physical abuse, she found the strength to stand, the courage to speak, the determination to act and, finally, discovered true happiness.
I am under no illusions about the fact that there are many forms that abuse can take and that my story (sadly) is just one of them. Some people have experienced far greater abuse, some far less. The extent of the abuse isn’t the point. It’s that it still exists, and it shouldn’t. And it is happening all the time, right under our noses, and usually off the radar until someone dies or is badly hurt or, as in my case, finds their way out. Even when you find your way out, you carry your scars with you. Abuse changes a person in fundamental ways, but it does not determine your future. Only you get to do that. You get to decide whether it is going to be a roadblock or a stepping-stone to something better.
I didn’t choose to be in an abusive marriage, but that’s what happened. I found my way out and, while I will not let my story define me, I will let it drive me. It’s why I wrote this book – to tell my story in a way that encourages other people to tell theirs. Why? Because abuse has to stop. And the only way it is going to happen is if people keep telling their stories. Evil dies in the light. So if you’re reading this and you are one of the many who have lived through or are still living through the hell of abuse….
….find your voice
….tell your story
….and don’t let anyone stop you.
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