My Story

as a Survivor and advocate, I intimately understand the harrowing path that victims of domestic violence tread because I've walked in their shoes, lived in their house of horror.  My own life has been deeply scarred by the hands of my abuser, who subjected me to physical, emotional, and mental abuse almost every day. His unpredictability, instability, and dangerous tendencies left me fearing for the very lives of myself and my youngest daughter who was 6 years old when I met my abuser. The ongoing vicious cycle of violence traumatized us and forever altered our beings.

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Every day became a battlefield, rendering me unable to function normally. Hopelessness consumed me, and I felt as though each breath I took could be my last. In silence, we suffered, burdened by the constant fear for the safety of my loved ones. Shame, guilt, and doubt consumed me, preventing me from reaching out for help, unwilling to let anyone know of the abuse I endured. And when I finally mustered the courage to seek assistance, I was met with the devastating realization that there were no available shelters for us to escape to. I had to persistently call crying out for help, navigating a fragmented domestic violence system, all while trying to ensure my abuser wouldn't discover our plans. Exhausted and alone, it took nearly a year for us to receive the support we needed so desperately.