My Story

When I was little my mom was abused by my dad and I had seen a lot of it. She was abused so much I thought it was normal to hit someone because of disagreements. Until the day my mom got out of that situation and went into a shelter. Even when my mom separated from my dad he still came to her house and choked her and abused her. Don't get me wrong I love my dad but I haven't seen him in 6 or 7 years and he still tell lies about what happened that night. Today I'm a teenager who is still recovering from the things I have witness. I live in fear of my dad and I'm am angry with him. I worry about my mom cause now she has depression and anxiety attacks. But don't get me wrong we are in a safe place now. We are doing so much better than what we were doing 7 or 8 years ago. But it still hurts though. So that's why I'm writing this blog. Kids are the invisible victims of domestic violence and it hurts them too. It's a cycle that needs to be stop and I want to help kids who witness or who are abused break it in their families for my generation and the next generation can become strong.