Abuse Hides in the Dark. Turn on Your Light.

Staying in Abusive Relationships


  • Homecoming

    I just found some song lyrics that help me express my feelings as I head into Will’s homecoming. They’re written by 5 Finger Death Punch and are from the song “Never Enough“. …” I’d rather…

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  • Beauty

    I was just on facebook reaching out to people I don’t know asking them to be my friends. Kind of nervy, but seeing that yesterday I revealed my facebook identity to some of my current…

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  • Who Spoke The Pillow Talk? Remembering Abuse

    Were we really that sweet to one another? Did he really treat me well sometimes? Even if he did, he doesn’t now. The sweet memories are gone.

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  • The Veil is Thin

    Halloween! The veil between this and “the other” world is as thin as it gets tonight. My dad, Pap, died in 2003 at the age of 54 from an abdominal anyeurism that moved and exploded…

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  • Seconds Away

    Sometimes I feel like I live in a haunted house – dark, dreary, ghosts hovering, and memories creaking in my mind. And then a window flies open, the breeze blows the heavy curtains aside and I can…

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  • Perception Deception

    I was talking to a friend today who told me she had read the blog and could completely relate – almost like I was writing about her experience instead of my own. Many of you…

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  • The Abuse Is Incessant, Hurtful and Real

    The Abuse Is Incessant, Hurtful and Real

    I wish I had stopped this long ago, but I didn’t. And now that I am trying to stop it, I wish that I could wave a magic wand and make it all better. I…

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  • The Voices

    I feel a need to explain to you that I hear voices. They don’t tell me to do bad things or to hurt anyone. I’m not dissociated or schizophrenic and that is not a self-diagnosis.…

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  • The Gift of Being Right

    “Why did I marry him?” implies that my fear of worthlessness was in place before I knew him. Maybe I married him because he validated my fear; maybe he truly was the hero I was…

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  • The Beast Under My Bed: What If My Husband is Right?

    He makes the money. He schmoozes for the promotions, he works his ass off goddammit so he can come home and work like a slave around here, too. I’m always breaking stuff, always buying more…

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