Break the shackles of abuse: A tale of a woman’s liberation from abuse

I have always had a dream of writing a book but I never thought it would be about something so personal and painful. I used to think my story would be all rainbows and butterflies but instead it turned out to be a tale of struggles and scars. Like many I entered marriage full of hope and optimism only to find myself in a war zone. I did not even realize I was a victim of domestic violence at first. It was not the dramatic kind you see in movies but rather a slow soul-crushing torture. I battled my inner demons in silence like so many women do losing my confidence and spiraling into anxiety and depression. The threats the fights and the constant erosion of my self-worth led to unimaginable losses - my job my health and even a chunk of my savings. But the biggest loss was time years wasted in misery. But one day I decided to rise above it all. It tested my limits let me tell you. The passage was a marathon filled with hurdles and moments of doubt. But looking back now I realize it could have been a lot less lonely a lot less disheartening if I had just had someone in my corner. Someone to remind me that I was not at fault.