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Author: MT.AMIR212

  • Late-Night Lesson in the Freezer Aisle: A Journey Toward Self-Trust

    Late-Night Lesson in the Freezer Aisle: A Journey Toward Self-Trust

    A Small Moment, A Big Shift— Recently, I was at the grocery store with my man on a late-night ice cream run. I grabbed a pint of chocolate cookies and cream while he browsed a few feet away. Then I spotted those chocolate-covered ice cream bars — you know, the kind on a stick. I… Read more

  • The Touch That Made Me Stay: Overcoming Shame

    The Touch That Made Me Stay: Overcoming Shame

    Not Just the Hurt, But the Undoing— This part is hard to talk about. Not just because of what “Aaron” did — but because of what I let happen.What I accepted.What I excused.What I even defended. There were days — weeks — when he didn’t touch me, didn’t speak unless it was with sharpness. Especially… Read more

  • I Was Chasing False Rainbows: When Peace Isn’t What It Seems

    I Was Chasing False Rainbows: When Peace Isn’t What It Seems

    The “Reconciliation” Phase (sometimes called the “honeymoon phase”) is when the abuser attempts to repair the damage—not through accountability, but through charm, affection, or excuses. It’s the emotional reset that keeps the cycle of abuse in motion. An Abuser’s False Promises vs. God’s True Ones The other day, it rained — a rare event in… Read more

  • The Moment I Screamed: The Drive That Changed Everything

    The Moment I Screamed: The Drive That Changed Everything

    “The Explosion” when the tension that has been building finally erupts into a clear act of abuse. This can include physical violence, emotional attacks, verbal outbursts, sexual assault, or coercive control—any behavior meant to intimidate, harm, or dominate the victim. There’s a moment in every abusive cycle when the silence gives way to something louder—something… Read more

  • No Princess Should Have to Walk on Eggshells

    No Princess Should Have to Walk on Eggshells

    “Walking on Eggshells” Living in constant caution—monitoring your words, actions, and even thoughts—because any small misstep could trigger anger or conflict. I never thought of myself as insecure. In fact, my mom loves to tell this story: when I was a toddler, a neighbor boy was coming over to play. I was upstairs in full… Read more

  • The Stranger Who Helped Me Break the Silence

    The Stranger Who Helped Me Break the Silence

    Abuse has a way of stealing not just your voice, but your confidence that anyone would believe you if you spoke. For years, I carried my story quietly. On the outside, I smiled. On the inside, I wrestled with shame, confusion, and questions I didn’t know how to put into words. I’ll never forget a… Read more

  • You Do Love Me, Right?

    You Do Love Me, Right?

    Featured Poem: Dedicated to a Survivor— This powerful piece was written in honor of the poet’s mother — a woman of immense courage and resilience who endured over 20 years of domestic violence. Though the past was painful, today she is alive, safe, and free. Trigger Warning: This poem contains references to domestic violence, including… Read more

  • From False Hope to Freedom: My Journey Out of Abuse

    From False Hope to Freedom: My Journey Out of Abuse

    It was the summer of 2020. The summer I woke up. Fresh out of college and stepping into adult life, I felt my independence rising like the morning sun after a long, cold night. I was ready to grow, ready to stand on my own. And maybe, deep down, I hoped that independence might heal… Read more

  • Some Days I Call It Healing

    Some Days I Call It Healing

    Healing doesn’t always look big or loud. Sometimes it’s just showing up for the quiet, sacred tasks that no one else sees. I wrote this poem for the days when survival is the win. For anyone trying to rebuild after harm, this is for you. Some Days I Call It Healing Some days I call… Read more

  • The Prayer I Made on My Abuser’s Wedding Day

    The Prayer I Made on My Abuser’s Wedding Day

    A Prayer Born from Pain: I felt it—the unmistakable nudge to pray. On the day my ex was getting married, I couldn’t think of anything else. His smiling face and her white dress were all over Instagram. A tightness gripped my chest; a pit formed in my stomach. “Lord, please protect her.” That was my… Read more