Abuse Hides in the Dark. Turn on Your Light.

I Thought He Loved Me

Woman on a cross with water running on it, past a cemetery, with small woman hanging upside down.

I thought he loved me and wanted to protect me.

I should’ve protected myself. I should’ve jumped off that cross instead of looking to him as if he were some sort of savior.

Her mouth is half-blocked because her voice is slipping away, she’s sacrificing herself on a cross, there are vortexes sucking the little woman away, watery graves, naked and unprotected caught in a silent scream … I drew this image and still didn’t consciously realize I was stepping into an abusive relationship.

My intuition knew it though.