I would like to start my story-first and foremost with my present-because the past does not define me. I live, breathe, thrive and am alive today. Today, I am strong, smart, kind and worthy of love and success. I am presently safe, respected and in a place to share my story. I realize that many are not. I am grateful for my present and respect my journey from the past. But I no longer live there.
Recalling (some of) My Youth
"She knew that making the decision to leave someone who has mentally traumatized you doesn't hurt for just one second"
Later in Life
As a young woman myself, I remember a relationship which quickly escalated with words. Yelling. SCREAMING. A few times pushing. One time where I fought back. There was a time where a knife was thrown-luckily at the floor. There was that time.