Almost twenty years ago, I sat in an emergency room after being verbally abused, physically beaten, and forever changed by a near-fatal strangulation. The “nice guy” everyone knew was a dangerous drunk behind closed doors. My discharge papers said: “Discontinue this relationship.”“Return if symptoms persist.” Sometimes I wonder what those discharge instructions would say if…
I look at this picture now and I see a woman who was smiling. What I don’t see is the exhaustion she was carrying. What I don’t see is the fear, the confusion, the grief, and the years of survival mode hidden behind that smile. This picture was taken around the time I moved to…
Tomorrow marks twenty years since I almost died. Twenty years since a June night in 2006 when a near-fatal strangulation changed the course of my life forever. For a long time, I viewed that night as the day everything was taken from me. Now, I see it differently. I think that night was the day…