Heard the story of the infirm woman? I’m the modern-day version of her. Mine was not an issue of blood but one of many women who believe they are stuck. My story is my testimony. My testimony is a bridge for other women to cross over on. We all need help at some time or another. Women who are abused mentally and emotionally live in a special kind of hell. The scars are invisible, but they run all the way through the heart. Those women’s hearts bleed until they gain the strength they need to allow themselves to be healed.
I am a mother. I am a grandmother. I am the daughter of the one the strongest women who ever graced this planet.
I am the survivor of a now defunct 19-year marriage that was so mentally/emotionally debilitating that I suffered a brain hemorrhage. I lived in order to be a bridge for women who are currently living the life I was released from. I lived so that I can tell my story. I strive to become more educated with each passing day. My method to reach this goal: interacting with people from all walks of life, exploring the world around me and being open to change. My story is similar to many other women. In some cases, it’s better; in some, it’s a lot worse. My character traits range from naïve to astute. I believe in people. I believe in their good. I believe in doing it until you get it right. I believe it’s perfectly fine to reset and regroup.
I open women’s eyes to the beautiful aftermath. The most amazing person you will ever meet is YOU! She’s still there, she just needs to be released. There is an amazing life after abuse.
My life has taken a drastic change. That change, although excruciatingly painful, has turned out to be the best thing that could have happened to me. Life is meant to be lived, it’s not meant to be dull or lived in constant fear. Live and live hard. Live on purpose. Some people have been eliminated because they stunted my growth. New ones have been added because blessings continue to come my way. Good things have happened. Better things will happen. Be there!