Journey to freedom RSS

These four walls never felt so small.  It was the long weekend and Kayden had just been picked up by his Grandparents. I just knew I had from 6 pm on Friday until 6 pm on Monday to make it through. It was tough without Kayden at home I felt protected as if things could only go so far when he was around. Now I am alone, my house was oddly quiet and the only protection I felt like I had was gone. There was zero words spoken between him and I. I thought to myself, "maybe he will just...

How did I get here and how do I get out?  My home had turned into a hot spot, random people in and out, drug drops, and everything felt so loud. However I lived as if life was normal and just did my best to be the best Mom I could despite our surroundings. I stayed quiet and distant and I knew if all I focused on was Kayden we may just make it out of all of this.  At this point the only place I was allowed to go was my parents or down the street to his brothers...

           Just when I thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse, it did. Have you ever sat and thought to yourself, “is this real life?”            After growing up in such a loving family, I was looking at my son thinking, “how did I get this so wrong?” Many things occurred in the last year but it would take me a lifetime to write about all them, Kayden was about a year old now, I was almost done with my maternity leave. When I was about to go back, I was informed...

It was the summer of 2005 when I had graduated high school and life as I knew it had changed. Learning life without school for everyone is strange. I was still working at the doctors office and in this new relationship.           It wasn’t long before I believed I knew better than my parents and packed up my things and moved out. Into a crappy bachelor cabin…yes cabin this should have been my first red flag. It was a worn down cabin on a property with about 10 other cabins. We had a kitchen, bathroom with just...

Everyone has a story this is mine.        I choose to be a voice for anyone who is still silent. Struggling to find their way out, looking for the light at the end of that dark lonely tunnel. How did I make it out? How did I get to where I am now? One word … four letters, HOPE, I held onto believing I was stronger than the storm.  Hold On Pain Ends.         I grew up in a loving family with parents who showed me nothing but love, trust and support. I have one older...