It's 3am just me and my demons, Counting the mistakes I've made, Wondering why I've lasted this long, Struggling to remain strong when I feel so weak, Listening to that song on repeat, Lyrics so fitting it's scary, Self-blame and self-hate radiate within me, Was it my fault he raped me? Did I deserve the… Continue reading Long Nights
November was supposed to be my month. I was turning 30 and had plans to go out and have a great night. My birthday fell on Thanksgiving and I was actually excited to go out and celebrate. I was going out with my upstairs neighbor Mikala. We looked great and we were ready to have… Continue reading He Ruined Everything.
After Corey passed my depression went into a downward spiral, I didn't want to eat, I couldn't sleep, and I had no one to talk too. It seemed like September went by in a blur. I wasn't myself and the only person I could confide in was my moms best friend Beth (who I'm pretty… Continue reading The Worst is Yet To Come
Every 9 seconds in the US a woman is assaulted or beaten. Around the world, at least one in every three women has been beaten, coerced into sex or otherwise abused during her lifetime. Most often, the abuser is a member of her own family. Domestic violence is the leading cause of injury to women—more… Continue reading Domestic Violence Statistics.
Victims of sexual assault are 3 times more likely to suffer from depression, 6 times more likely to suffer from PTSD, 13 times more likely to abuse alcohol, 26 times more likely to abuse drugs and 4 times more likely to contemplate suicide. The lifetime rape/attempted rape for women by race is: White women 17.7%,… Continue reading Statistics For Some Of You Who Don’t Understand.
Mom had moved back in with my aunt, and I had a roommate Steph, She heard the verbal and emotional abuse on a day-to-day basis. He had gotten a really good job, but everyday he would come home already half drunk and at the time I was completely sober. He would scream at me all… Continue reading When You Completely Give Up on Yourself.
My mom and sisters were the people who I ran to for everything. My mother was always there for me no matter what, she was and still is my best friend. My sisters tried to be there whenever they could, until recently that is. I had vented to them all of the time and yes,… Continue reading When A Party Girl Turns Into an Alcoholic
After weeks of being home, I had finally started to feel a little safer, but that didn't stop the nightmares or flashbacks of those many nights I spent crying alone while my children slept. He kept calling and calling and I am not a spiteful person when it comes to my children, so I let… Continue reading From Brusies to Family
When you give someone a second chance, you are also giving yourself the ability to feel that pain all over again. After every fight, and every girl I caught you talking to, I forgave you in hopes of you changing into the man I thought you could be. When the offer to move to Florida… Continue reading How Many Chances Are To Many?
This boy changed me from the girl who partied too much into a woman who changed everything about herself to give him a good life, but unfortunately pain changes you into someone you can't even reconize. As time moves forward and the abuse gets worse, you usually turn to something to numb it, so I… Continue reading When Superwoman Turns Powerless