Survivor Voices

When you’re living in survival mode, asking for help can feel impossible.Maybe you’ve already tried and weren’t believed. Maybe you don’t even have the words for what’s happening yet. Or maybe you’ve been told that asking for help would make things worse. Here’s the truth: you are not overreacting, and you are not alone.There are people — real people — ready to listen, to believe you, and to help you find your next safe step. Today’s post isn’t a story. It’s a map.A guide to

Abuse doesn’t always leave bruises.Sometimes it hides behind apologies, inside jokes, or “that’s just how they are.” It can be quiet, subtle, and hard to name — especially when the world tells you to look for black eyes instead of broken confidence. The truth is, abuse wears many faces.It ’s not just physical. It’s emotional, spiritual, sexual, financial, and psychological. It’s control disguised as care, cruelty dressed up as love. Today, I want to talk about the forms of ab

Healing doesn’t happen on a schedule.There isn’t a finish line or a single “aha” moment when the pain packs its bags and disappears. More often, it’s a series of quiet, ordinary days that slowly begin to look and feel like peace. Some days you’ll feel strong, unstoppable even. You’ll wake up lighter, speak your truth with confidence, and believe—really believe—that the worst parts are behind you.And then, out of nowhere, a smell, a sound, or a tone of voice can pull you right

Brianna is a single mom of two—her daughter is seventeen, her son eleven. She left her abuser, her ex-husband, soon after their son was born. Their relationship began when she was just sixteen and he was twenty-three. “ Sixteen and twenty-three is a huge difference when you’re in high school. But I thought I was just so mature… turns out he was just a bum and nobody his age wanted him. ” Her parents disapproved from the start.“My dad hated him. From the gate. My mom had alrea