I am Strong, You Are Too *Trigger Warning*

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By Carla

I found myself crouching behind the cupboard door in the kitchen. Trying desperately to block the view of the two little people who had helped me survive. They shouldn’t see this. The knife was in my hand. The desire to slide it across my wrist was relentless.

I put the knife in the bin.

Sitting there in silence, reflecting through what had made me so weak.

I had found myself fleeing halfway up the country to escape my abusive partner, but since then, living in a refuge as a single mum with two children under the age of 4 my life had gone awol.

I began craving the control my violent ex had put upon me. Craved the orders that I had to follow without even a second to think if I wanted to or not. It was hard. A struggle to understand that I had a choice. The fear i would make the wrong decision.

But

I put the knife in the bin.
I am a fighter
And strong
And I am LOVED