Twenty years ago, on the 18th March 1991, I finally managed to crawl away from a life that was slowly killing me. I’d been caught in a disastrous marriage, one which had reduced me to a shadow of my former self. But finally I accepted that despite the difficulties ahead if I chose to leave, they would be nothing to what I’d face if I continued to stay in a demeaning situation.
I faced many difficulties in starting over, but never did I regret my decision. My only regret was that I’d allowed myself to get caught into such a situation in the first place. A bitter lesson to learn. My body would never be quite the same again and much work was required to heal the psychological damage. It’s a work in progress….
It is not without difficulty that I write this, as I am by nature a private person. However, I strongly believe in the importance of speaking up. Too long has Domestic Violence not been talked about but hidden in a code of silence. Famous people are speaking up now too.
Tragically many women still die as a result of domestic violence.
Each year I quietly celebrate my new life, with gratitude for the chance to do so. This year I’m once again marking the day, but in a more public manner with the aim that it may somewhere, somehow, encourage another to take a step towards reclaiming their own life.
From the flames, a different life emerges.