The after math of Domestic violence is a closet in your mind. One of those closets that’s packed to the brim with so much shit, when you open it, everything violently tumbles out. You’re left sitting there with a mess in front of you and it’s… Overwhelming. You’ll never get this closet organized, it simply has to stay shut. Forever. … Read More
The Aftermath of domestic violence
I can’t even look at you.There is nothing left of the man I once knew. I held on so long, it was illogical. Fingertips clinging to the cracks in our foundation. Not willing to let go unable to fail. I made a promise for better or for worse. But that promise was my burden to bear, not hers. I knew … Read More
Life after domestic violence; learning to trust again.
Vulnerability a weakness I simply can not risk. I consider myself to be a strong woman, I make no time for self-pity. So long I spent with painful secrets, refusing to be defined by what had happened. I worked so hard to file each struggle away, tightly sealed and stuffed away in the dark and dusty space of my mind. … Read More