My story
About the Dash
(2010-2016)
Troll! Likkle fish! Bitch!
Where do you go to hide when the danger you are hiding from is existing in your only place of solace? How do you escape the enemy when the enemy is your only invited guest at the feast of love? How do you recognize a destructive phenomenon that is silent, deadly and subtle? and how do you, having recognized this destructive phenomenon, put an end to it?
On April 28, 2012 I made a journey up the aisle and into a marriage that I believe would be successful regardless of the countless danger signs I encountered. Ten months later I was awakened to my seemingly first experience of being a wife who was cheated on; and thirteen months after that I was walking out of my marriage that was resident to a third party for one year and three months.
However, there was more. During the short stint of my marriage I endured psychological abuse. The three words in the title are but a few missiles that have been hurled at my mind and threatened to damage my self and my esteem and actually did. I was 204lbs of mass on a 5’1 inch structure with a no make up complimented face. I was married to a photographer who shot gorgeous models in the day and shot insults at his wife at night. Insults that affirmed that I disgusted him. If I disgusted my husband, like he said I did- to the point where him deal wid me worse than a dutty cloth- then I am disgusting. Right?
I thought so, I felt so and I believed so and so I struggled. I struggled with many demons that took root in my mind and tore me down amidst my education to being a Psychologist. But then… I unearthed my roar and I unleashed my roar. The most beautiful sound a lioness could make.
Let me humbly introduce you to my journey through psychological abuse and my ascension to self worth. Let me introduce you to Lioness’ Roar: Exposing the Dash 2010-2016. My story! My book! Grab a copy from Amazon and Kindle.
