I can’t recall the exact date that I had to call my ex boyfriend’s mother to come get him out of my bed, but I know it was about a year ago. I try not to think about it but it is part of my story so I have to be open about being abused, if I want to help others. So here it goes…Continue reading
How I found myself Social Distancing from Social Media during a time when Social Media is one of our only ways of social interaction.
Social Distancing will be 2020’s word(s) of the year no doubt. During this time we are relying on social media to fulfill our need for human interaction. The problem is that too many of us have replaced work and hanging out with friends with hours upon hours scrolling. At first, I found myself commenting on all of my friend’s posts complaining about the extended Spring Break, then the posts turned to Home Schooling Memes. We all need a little humor during this time. Then slowly the posts turned into articles about the number of cases, then deaths. Posts in Facebook Groups started to turn into fights over Social Distancing and what exactly “Essential” means. No more pictures of cute kids or funny memes–minus Joe Exotic/Tiger King. Even obnoxious selfies and brunch mimosa pictures were gone, replaced by grim articles of our future.Continue reading
On February 21, 2018, I wrote the following letter about Emotional Abuse Legislature to 26 members of my State’s House of Representatives. Guess how many replies I received? Zero. So today, on International Women’s Day, I find it fitting to remind everyone how laws to protect women are still being ignored.Continue reading
Ask anyone that knows me personally, they will describe me as a Hot Mess Mom. I have learned to embrace this term finally. During my journey of healing from physical and emotional abuse, I realized that I needed to practice self care in order to feel better about myself and build my self confidence. The problem is, I am broke so I have to be very wise and frugal with self-care purchases.Continue reading
Part 4 of My Personal Domestic Violence Story.
I walk in to Protective Services, sign in and sit down among 10 others waiting to apply for a restraining order.Continue reading