Domestic Abuse

I am a statistic.  I am a former victim of domestic abuse.  I was one of the “lucky” ones who “only” lost 2 years of my life to psychological, emotional, physical and sexual abuse. 

Almost 17 years later, not all of my wounds are healed. My jaw will never open without “clunking” ever again.  My right knee will always be a weak spot.  Parts of my neck just won’t stay in alignment.  I can’t handle having my face touched.  It’s not cute, it’s not funny. Just don’t do it.  I still have certain triggers that will send me into a spiral even though I KNOW how illogical it may be at this point in my life.  

I still struggle with Survivor’s Guilt.  I also have Survivor’s PRIDE.

Today happens to be the one year mark of completing my diploma in psych and counseling. I have been shaped by my past. What was once a deep trauma and struggle is now a part of a deep passion to advocate for others in this position. I am proud to show my support for past and present victims of domestic abuse in hopes that we can stop the rising numbers of future victims. 

You are not alone. 

I am not a victim anymore. 

I will not stand in the shadows. 

I am not weak.  I never was.

I am not stupid. I never was.

I am not pitiful, embarrassing, alone or pathetic and contrary to what he wanted me to believe, I never was.

I am an ally.