You Didn’t Break Me — You Helped Rebuild Me You always told me it was about family.About doing what’s right.But really, it was always about you. To my ex —You didn’t just watch.You helped them. You handed me to the wolves.And you stood there while they tore me apart. You weren’t a husband.You were a… Continue reading A Letter to My Abuser and His Handler
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Paperwork Ping-Pong
I’m tired of forms that promise help and deliver silence. Of making the same calls to the same numbers, leaving voicemails with my voice cracking from exhaustion, begging someone — anyone — to just do something. I’m tired of repeating my child’s trauma like it’s a punchline to a joke nobody finds funny. Tired of… Continue reading Paperwork Ping-Pong
Rage-Unleashed
Let Me Burn for a Minute Don’t you dare tell me to calm down.Don’t tell me to breathe, or pray harder, or wait my turn.Because I’m DONE. I am so tired of being the one holding it all together while everyone else gets to fall apart or walk away. You think I’m strong?No. I’m angry.… Continue reading Rage-Unleashed
From Trauma To Triumph – One Year Later
One year ago, my youngest son was still in survival mode.Haunted by trauma. Shaped by silence. Wounds too deep for words. He didn’t trust easily. He struggled to connect. He had every reason to shut down. But he didn’t. In just one year…He’s risen. He’s excelling in advanced education classes. He’s made real friends. He’s… Continue reading From Trauma To Triumph – One Year Later
The Queen Of Control
You always hear about the abusers who raise their fists. The ones who leave bruises or scream in your face. But no one warns you about the ones who smile. The ones who speak softly — and still gut your soul. My ex-husband’s mother wasn’t just controlling. She was the control. She never raised her… Continue reading The Queen Of Control
Bleeding for Two
There’s a silence in my bones tonight —the kind that doesn’t sleep.It paces between rooms and cries without sound.My heart…is torn and bleeding for two. For my daughter —There’s a cycle trying to rise again,but it ends here.I am standing in the doorway,and I will not move.I see her.I hear her.And I will never look… Continue reading Bleeding for Two
Still, I Say Amen
I walked through fire that never asked my nameCarried scars that never healed the sameI’ve cried out prayers with bloodied kneesAnd heard silence loud enough to shake belief I’ve buried hope beneath courtrooms and ashLearned that mercy doesn’t always come fastBut in the dark, where the answers don’t land—I’ve still been held by nail-scarred hands… Continue reading Still, I Say Amen
To the parents of a neurodivergent child
I see you. I see you in the supermarket, eyes darting, shoulders tight, praying for a smooth trip but bracing for the stares, the whispers, the judgment. I see you in parking lots, crouching beside your child, gently coaxing them out of the car while strangers impatiently walk past, not knowing that transitions can feel… Continue reading To the parents of a neurodivergent child
The Aftershock
Everyone thinks the fight ends when the judge signs the order.But no one talks about what comes next. No one talks about the night they walk into your home for the first time permanently — not with relief, but confusion.Not with celebration — but with trauma. People say, “At least they’re safe now.”But safe doesn’t… Continue reading The Aftershock
When The Truth Finally Breaks Through
There’s a moment in every war where something cracks.A wall falls. A voice rises. And everything changes. For months — no, years — I was dismissed.I was the “vindictive mom.” The “unstable one.”The woman trying to ruin a man’s reputation, they said. But what I really was… was a mother holding on by her fingernails… Continue reading When The Truth Finally Breaks Through
Letters From the Edge 