Finding My Strength

 For years, I lived in fear. The man I once loved slowly became someone I couldn’t recognize—his words turned cruel, his hands turned violent, and my home became a place of terror instead of safety. I told myself things would change, that he would change, but the cycle of abuse never ended. Every apology was followed by more pain, and every promise was broken.

One night, after a violent outburst left me bruised and terrified, I knew I couldn’t stay any longer. With shaking hands, I searched for a domestic violence helpline and dialed the number. A calm, reassuring voice answered. They listened without judgment, offering me a lifeline when I felt completely alone. They connected me with a local shelter, helped me create a safety plan, and even guided me through the legal process of obtaining a restraining order.

Leaving wasn’t easy. Fear held me back—fear of the unknown, of starting over, of what he might do if he found me. But with the support of the helpline, shelter workers, and legal advocates, I found the strength to walk away. I rebuilt my life, step by step. I found a job, a safe place to stay, and, most importantly, I found myself again.

Today, I am free. I am no longer a victim—I am a survivor. To anyone trapped in an abusive relationship, please know that you don’t have to do it alone. There is help, there is hope, and there is a way out. Make the call. Take the first step. You deserve safety, love, and a life without fear.