healing after abuse
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The Strength in Breaking
He thought breaking me in half would make me easier to control. What he never understood was that each broken piece carried its own strength, and when I gathered them back together, I became something whole that he could never… Continue reading
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The Law Books Became My Scripture
The law books became my scripture. The courtroom became my battlefield. Not because I wanted revenge, but because survival demanded I learn how to fight with a different kind of weapon. For me, it was never about destroying someone else… Continue reading
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If You Only Knew the Half of It
When people talk about survival after marriage, they often mean the heartbreak, the loneliness, the empty house. My story was different. Survival for me meant outlasting cruelty that didn’t end when the vows did. It meant facing not only a… Continue reading
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When Love Meant Disappearing: Grieving the Self I Had to Bury to Be “Enough”
There’s a grief that doesn’t announce itself loudly. It comes in quiet waves, often when you’re doing something ordinary – folding laundry, locking the front door, hearing someone say “I’m proud of you” in a way that sounds like they… Continue reading
Light Calls To Light 