domestic abuse, Domestic Violence, Self dicovery, Self help

Who am I?

At 36 I stood looking at the reflection of myself in the mirror. I had a noticeable circular bald patch at the right side of my head, my eyebrows barely hanging in there my eyelashes had all but gone. My pale complexion even paler highlighted the darkness beneath my eyes. Staring back at myself I… Continue reading Who am I?

domestic abuse, Domestic Violence, Life transformation, relationships, Self help

The missing jigsaw piece

After 18 years I slumped to the floor in an exhausted heap. Thinking what has my life become, constantly adapting to the growing demands of a volcano that would erupt several times a day if they were not met or to their liking. Who would remind me constantly throughout the day of my many failings… Continue reading The missing jigsaw piece