Surviving gender-based violence as woman who abused substances

I was abused. Mentally, physically, emotionally. I did drugs to cope. I would leave, and then end up going back. Giving hope to a hopeless situation. The parts of me that I refused to give, he would simply take. Always reminding me of my worthlessness, my stupidity, and blaming me for all of it. Fear was my best friend. But my will to live was stronger than his words or his fists. So I left again, one last time, for good. I am now safe. My son and I are a family of two. His laughter is now much louder than my cries. I am a work in progress. I’m healing. I have faith and believe that I am beautiful. I have a job and I’m working towards a better future.

Never let anyone make you feel like you are less than what you are worth. And if they do, leave. There is help. It might not be easy, but it is worth it. You are worth it.