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Welcome to NO MORE Silence, Speak Your Truth.

This is a space where survivors of trauma and abuse share their stories alongside supportive allies. These stories remind us that hope exists even in dark times. You are never alone in your experience. Healing is possible for everyone.

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Message of Hope
From a survivor
🇦🇷

If you are reading this and you are living through abuse, I want you to know that there is a way out. I know how it feels to believe that you are trapped. I know what it feels like to feel like there are no options, like nobody will believe you, like the obstacles in front of you are too big to overcome. For many years, I felt that way. I was isolated. I was afraid. I was living in a situation where I felt like I had lost control over my own life. I did not know how I would leave, how I would protect my children, or how I would rebuild everything that had been taken from me. But I want you to know something: The fact that you are still here means there is still hope. Your story is not over. You are not defined by what someone has done to you. You are not powerless. Even if you cannot see the path forward yet, that does not mean there is no path. For me, survival did not happen all at once. It happened one decision at a time. It was choosing to keep going for my children. It was documenting what happened. It was asking for help. It was taking one more step even when I was exhausted. There were times when I thought I could not continue. There were times when I felt like I had lost myself completely. But little by little, I started finding my way back. My faith has also carried me through this journey. I believe that God was with me even in the darkest moments, including the moments when I felt alone. I believe He gave me strength when I did not have strength of my own. If you are still in the middle of your battle, I want you to be patient and gentle with yourself. Healing takes time. Rebuilding takes time. Sometimes progress does not look like a big victory—it looks like making it through another day, protecting yourself, or taking one small step toward freedom. Please remember: You deserve safety. You deserve respect. You deserve to be believed. You deserve a life beyond survival. I am still fighting my own battles. I am still healing. I am still working toward the day my children and I can finally be completely safe. But I am proof that even after years of pain, a person can begin again. Do not give up. There is a future beyond what you are experiencing right now.

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    From a survivor
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    Flowers bloom after the rain.

    Flowers bloom after the rain.
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  • “I have learned to abound in the joy of the small things...and God, the kindness of people. Strangers, teachers, friends. Sometimes it doesn’t feel like it, but there is good in the world, and this gives me hope too.”

    Message of Healing
    From a survivor
    🇦🇷

    I do not consider myself completely healed yet. Healing, for me, is not a moment where everything that happened disappears or where the pain no longer exists. I am still living through the aftermath of years of abuse. I am still fighting for my children. I am still navigating the legal process that stands between us and the safe future I am working toward. I am still learning how to live with the effects of trauma and PTSD. But my understanding of healing has changed. I no longer believe healing means that I will never hurt again. I believe healing means that, even while I carry wounds, I continue moving forward. My faith has been a major part of that journey. As a Christian, I believe that God was with me even in the moments when I felt completely alone. There were times when I felt abandoned, when I did not understand why I was going through so much, and when I questioned how I could keep going. But looking back, I can see moments where I was given strength when I did not think I had any left. My healing has not been about pretending the pain did not happen. It has been about trusting that my story does not end with what was done to me. I believe God gave me the strength to protect my children, to keep fighting, and to continue standing when I felt like I was broken. I believe that my life still has purpose, and that the years I spent surviving do not define the rest of my story. Healing has meant learning that I am worthy of love, respect, and safety. It has meant allowing myself to accept help after years of believing I had to carry everything alone. It has meant rebuilding my confidence, rediscovering who I am, and understanding that I am not only a survivor of what happened—I am also a mother, a woman, a daughter, and a person with a future. I am still healing. I am still fighting. I am still learning. But I am not the same person I was when I was trapped in fear. My faith reminds me that God can bring beauty from broken places. It reminds me that suffering is not the end of the story. It reminds me that even in the hardest seasons, I am not walking alone. To me, healing is not forgetting the past. Healing is allowing God to use my story for something greater. Healing is choosing hope even while I am still in the middle of the battle. Healing is believing that what was meant to destroy me will not have the final word.

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    From a survivor
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    Thought This Stuff Only Happened in the Movies

    I do not know if it’s because I am a woman, because I am Hispanic, because I didn’t have Mommy and Daddy swooping in to shield me from accountability-probably a mix of all but one thing is true.. Evil Lives in Small Court Houses I am a survivor of domestic violence whose life has been destroyed not only by years of physical abuse, but also by coercive control, legal retaliation, and harassment that began the moment I tried to protect myself and my children. This is not a custody dispute. This is criminal misconduct, perjury, fraud, and public endangerment. The abuse began in 2021. I endured physical violence, including strangulation, intimidation, and control. In August 2024, after he slammed me into a wall with a door, I finally removed him from my home. That should have been the end. Instead, when the physical abuse stopped, the legal abuse began. Since then, I have faced relentless harassment. My ex and his attorney weaponized the courts, filing retaliatory restraining orders, false allegations, and motions designed to erase me as a mother. My own restraining order—based on police reports of injuries to me and my daughters—was denied without being heard. On the same day, they filed a retaliatory order against me. This wasn’t about safety. It was about control. Inside the courthouse, the abuse only escalated. I have been mocked, harassed, and threatened in open court. A bailiff physically covered my microphone and told me, “Stop talking or you’re going to lose your kids more.” When I pleaded with the court to recognize my daughter’s needs as a child on the spectrum, the commissioner mocked me: “I see you are crying, but I don’t see a single tear.” (with the most evil voice)As if I was acting. I have audio. What man in power says that to a mother losing her children? This wasn’t justice — it was cruelty, and it violated my rights. And I am not alone. Other parents in this courthouse describe the same treatment. The consequences have been devastating. Had my restraining order been approved back in November, I would still be with my daughters. I would still have my home. I would still have my business. Instead, my children have been withheld from me for over two months. I now live out of a bag after a self-help eviction, forced from my home while a retaliatory unlawful detainer is on appeal. I was coerced into signing a stipulation under distress, another example of being taken advantage of at every angle. The safety risks are undeniable. My ex is a convicted felon with multiple DUIs. He lied under oath about his firearms, refused to surrender them, and has since purchased more guns illegally. Meanwhile, his attorney impersonated an appellate court clerk—on audio—just to get my address. This is fraud. This is criminal. Yet the court has protected them while punishing me. This is not due process. This is coercive control—domestic violence that has evolved from fists to filings, from physical intimidation to psychological and legal warfare. My children have become pawns in a campaign to erase me. If the system had worked as it should, I would still be with my daughters, in my home, running my business. Instead, I am homeless, silenced, mocked, and still unprotected. Justice should be for all—not just for those who can afford a malevolent attorney willing to do anything to destroy the other parent. #tipswelcome #❤️

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  • Healing is not linear. It is different for everyone. It is important that we stay patient with ourselves when setbacks occur in our process. Forgive yourself for everything that may go wrong along the way.

    Story
    From a survivor
    🇺🇸

    #756

    I was interviewing for a position at Target in 2009 and my ex-partner is the employee who first greeted me that day – he had a really inviting smile. After working together for a couple of months, I fell for his charming personality, and we started dating in January of 2010. He was funny and made me laugh. He also made me feel special and beautiful. The abuse began a few months after we started dating. He pitted me against his ex-girlfriend – who was also not over him – through, what I now know as, manipulation tactics. The emotional and verbal abuse started about a year into the relationship. So much name-calling, gaslighting, and flipping things around so it appeared as though I was always overreacting. Even with all of that, there were good times and nothing physical at this point. We ended up getting married in 2012 and within two weeks of living together the physical abuse started, followed quickly by sexual abuse. Unfortunately, the emotional, verbal, and psychological abuse were much worse during this time as well. I knew I had to leave when one day I was walking out the door and he hit me from behind, while threatening to snap my neck if I screamed. His actions and threat terrified me, so as soon as I could, I snuck out of my home to a friend’s house and called the military police. Thankfully they believed me, and he received an Article 15* and was punished for his actions and threats. *An Article 15 is where the commander (who is normally not a lawyer) hears the evidence, makes a determination of guilt or innocence, and imposes punishment as they see fit. I was unable to leave for a couple more months after this terrifying incident, but that day was my wakeup call – if I stayed, he was going to kill me. I left in July 2013! The process was extremely confusing and hard. It is truly a miracle I was able to leave, and I really can’t tell you how it was possible. On top of the process itself being confusing, difficult, and scary, I lived in Guam at the time – halfway around the world from everyone I knew and any support system. I was terrified…but I left anyway. I don’t know how I would have left and divorced him without the support system I had. My friends (not mutual – those who were just mine) and family were extremely supportive and encouraged me to leave him. My dad handled everything so well. He never doubted me. He never judged me. This is the support that is needed when you’re trying to be free. My grandparents took me to the lawyer to divorce him. Standing strong alongside me. My journey started with reading countless self-help books because I learned that working on yourself is as essential as taking care of yourself. Both new concepts to a survivor of domestic violence. After being diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) two years after I left, I finally started therapy. I was extremely lucky in that I did not have to work for an entire year and could focus my time on healing and therapy. And while I had that year of dedicated time, healing from domestic violence is a lifelong endeavor – I’m still in therapy now and on doctor prescribed medications. It truly is a journey and with a good therapist and a variety of treatments (such as Internal Family Systems (IFS) therapy and Eye Movement Desensitization and Processing (EMDR)), you will continue to heal.

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  • Welcome to NO MORE Silence, Speak Your Truth.

    This is a space where survivors of trauma and abuse share their stories alongside supportive allies. These stories remind us that hope exists even in dark times. You are never alone in your experience. Healing is possible for everyone.

    What feels like the right place to start today?
    Story
    From a survivor
    🇺🇸

    Flowers bloom after the rain.

    Flowers bloom after the rain.
  • Report

  • “I have learned to abound in the joy of the small things...and God, the kindness of people. Strangers, teachers, friends. Sometimes it doesn’t feel like it, but there is good in the world, and this gives me hope too.”

    Healing is not linear. It is different for everyone. It is important that we stay patient with ourselves when setbacks occur in our process. Forgive yourself for everything that may go wrong along the way.

    Message of Hope
    From a survivor
    🇦🇷

    If you are reading this and you are living through abuse, I want you to know that there is a way out. I know how it feels to believe that you are trapped. I know what it feels like to feel like there are no options, like nobody will believe you, like the obstacles in front of you are too big to overcome. For many years, I felt that way. I was isolated. I was afraid. I was living in a situation where I felt like I had lost control over my own life. I did not know how I would leave, how I would protect my children, or how I would rebuild everything that had been taken from me. But I want you to know something: The fact that you are still here means there is still hope. Your story is not over. You are not defined by what someone has done to you. You are not powerless. Even if you cannot see the path forward yet, that does not mean there is no path. For me, survival did not happen all at once. It happened one decision at a time. It was choosing to keep going for my children. It was documenting what happened. It was asking for help. It was taking one more step even when I was exhausted. There were times when I thought I could not continue. There were times when I felt like I had lost myself completely. But little by little, I started finding my way back. My faith has also carried me through this journey. I believe that God was with me even in the darkest moments, including the moments when I felt alone. I believe He gave me strength when I did not have strength of my own. If you are still in the middle of your battle, I want you to be patient and gentle with yourself. Healing takes time. Rebuilding takes time. Sometimes progress does not look like a big victory—it looks like making it through another day, protecting yourself, or taking one small step toward freedom. Please remember: You deserve safety. You deserve respect. You deserve to be believed. You deserve a life beyond survival. I am still fighting my own battles. I am still healing. I am still working toward the day my children and I can finally be completely safe. But I am proof that even after years of pain, a person can begin again. Do not give up. There is a future beyond what you are experiencing right now.

  • Report

  • Message of Healing
    From a survivor
    🇦🇷

    I do not consider myself completely healed yet. Healing, for me, is not a moment where everything that happened disappears or where the pain no longer exists. I am still living through the aftermath of years of abuse. I am still fighting for my children. I am still navigating the legal process that stands between us and the safe future I am working toward. I am still learning how to live with the effects of trauma and PTSD. But my understanding of healing has changed. I no longer believe healing means that I will never hurt again. I believe healing means that, even while I carry wounds, I continue moving forward. My faith has been a major part of that journey. As a Christian, I believe that God was with me even in the moments when I felt completely alone. There were times when I felt abandoned, when I did not understand why I was going through so much, and when I questioned how I could keep going. But looking back, I can see moments where I was given strength when I did not think I had any left. My healing has not been about pretending the pain did not happen. It has been about trusting that my story does not end with what was done to me. I believe God gave me the strength to protect my children, to keep fighting, and to continue standing when I felt like I was broken. I believe that my life still has purpose, and that the years I spent surviving do not define the rest of my story. Healing has meant learning that I am worthy of love, respect, and safety. It has meant allowing myself to accept help after years of believing I had to carry everything alone. It has meant rebuilding my confidence, rediscovering who I am, and understanding that I am not only a survivor of what happened—I am also a mother, a woman, a daughter, and a person with a future. I am still healing. I am still fighting. I am still learning. But I am not the same person I was when I was trapped in fear. My faith reminds me that God can bring beauty from broken places. It reminds me that suffering is not the end of the story. It reminds me that even in the hardest seasons, I am not walking alone. To me, healing is not forgetting the past. Healing is allowing God to use my story for something greater. Healing is choosing hope even while I am still in the middle of the battle. Healing is believing that what was meant to destroy me will not have the final word.

  • Report

  • Story
    From a survivor
    🇺🇸

    Thought This Stuff Only Happened in the Movies

    I do not know if it’s because I am a woman, because I am Hispanic, because I didn’t have Mommy and Daddy swooping in to shield me from accountability-probably a mix of all but one thing is true.. Evil Lives in Small Court Houses I am a survivor of domestic violence whose life has been destroyed not only by years of physical abuse, but also by coercive control, legal retaliation, and harassment that began the moment I tried to protect myself and my children. This is not a custody dispute. This is criminal misconduct, perjury, fraud, and public endangerment. The abuse began in 2021. I endured physical violence, including strangulation, intimidation, and control. In August 2024, after he slammed me into a wall with a door, I finally removed him from my home. That should have been the end. Instead, when the physical abuse stopped, the legal abuse began. Since then, I have faced relentless harassment. My ex and his attorney weaponized the courts, filing retaliatory restraining orders, false allegations, and motions designed to erase me as a mother. My own restraining order—based on police reports of injuries to me and my daughters—was denied without being heard. On the same day, they filed a retaliatory order against me. This wasn’t about safety. It was about control. Inside the courthouse, the abuse only escalated. I have been mocked, harassed, and threatened in open court. A bailiff physically covered my microphone and told me, “Stop talking or you’re going to lose your kids more.” When I pleaded with the court to recognize my daughter’s needs as a child on the spectrum, the commissioner mocked me: “I see you are crying, but I don’t see a single tear.” (with the most evil voice)As if I was acting. I have audio. What man in power says that to a mother losing her children? This wasn’t justice — it was cruelty, and it violated my rights. And I am not alone. Other parents in this courthouse describe the same treatment. The consequences have been devastating. Had my restraining order been approved back in November, I would still be with my daughters. I would still have my home. I would still have my business. Instead, my children have been withheld from me for over two months. I now live out of a bag after a self-help eviction, forced from my home while a retaliatory unlawful detainer is on appeal. I was coerced into signing a stipulation under distress, another example of being taken advantage of at every angle. The safety risks are undeniable. My ex is a convicted felon with multiple DUIs. He lied under oath about his firearms, refused to surrender them, and has since purchased more guns illegally. Meanwhile, his attorney impersonated an appellate court clerk—on audio—just to get my address. This is fraud. This is criminal. Yet the court has protected them while punishing me. This is not due process. This is coercive control—domestic violence that has evolved from fists to filings, from physical intimidation to psychological and legal warfare. My children have become pawns in a campaign to erase me. If the system had worked as it should, I would still be with my daughters, in my home, running my business. Instead, I am homeless, silenced, mocked, and still unprotected. Justice should be for all—not just for those who can afford a malevolent attorney willing to do anything to destroy the other parent. #tipswelcome #❤️

  • Report

  • Story
    From a survivor
    🇺🇸

    #756

    I was interviewing for a position at Target in 2009 and my ex-partner is the employee who first greeted me that day – he had a really inviting smile. After working together for a couple of months, I fell for his charming personality, and we started dating in January of 2010. He was funny and made me laugh. He also made me feel special and beautiful. The abuse began a few months after we started dating. He pitted me against his ex-girlfriend – who was also not over him – through, what I now know as, manipulation tactics. The emotional and verbal abuse started about a year into the relationship. So much name-calling, gaslighting, and flipping things around so it appeared as though I was always overreacting. Even with all of that, there were good times and nothing physical at this point. We ended up getting married in 2012 and within two weeks of living together the physical abuse started, followed quickly by sexual abuse. Unfortunately, the emotional, verbal, and psychological abuse were much worse during this time as well. I knew I had to leave when one day I was walking out the door and he hit me from behind, while threatening to snap my neck if I screamed. His actions and threat terrified me, so as soon as I could, I snuck out of my home to a friend’s house and called the military police. Thankfully they believed me, and he received an Article 15* and was punished for his actions and threats. *An Article 15 is where the commander (who is normally not a lawyer) hears the evidence, makes a determination of guilt or innocence, and imposes punishment as they see fit. I was unable to leave for a couple more months after this terrifying incident, but that day was my wakeup call – if I stayed, he was going to kill me. I left in July 2013! The process was extremely confusing and hard. It is truly a miracle I was able to leave, and I really can’t tell you how it was possible. On top of the process itself being confusing, difficult, and scary, I lived in Guam at the time – halfway around the world from everyone I knew and any support system. I was terrified…but I left anyway. I don’t know how I would have left and divorced him without the support system I had. My friends (not mutual – those who were just mine) and family were extremely supportive and encouraged me to leave him. My dad handled everything so well. He never doubted me. He never judged me. This is the support that is needed when you’re trying to be free. My grandparents took me to the lawyer to divorce him. Standing strong alongside me. My journey started with reading countless self-help books because I learned that working on yourself is as essential as taking care of yourself. Both new concepts to a survivor of domestic violence. After being diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) two years after I left, I finally started therapy. I was extremely lucky in that I did not have to work for an entire year and could focus my time on healing and therapy. And while I had that year of dedicated time, healing from domestic violence is a lifelong endeavor – I’m still in therapy now and on doctor prescribed medications. It truly is a journey and with a good therapist and a variety of treatments (such as Internal Family Systems (IFS) therapy and Eye Movement Desensitization and Processing (EMDR)), you will continue to heal.

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    Find a comfortable place to sit. Gently close your eyes and take a couple of deep breaths - in through your nose (count to 3), out through your mouth (count of 3). Now open your eyes and look around you. Name the following out loud:

    5 – things you can see (you can look within the room and out of the window)

    4 – things you can feel (what is in front of you that you can touch?)

    3 – things you can hear

    2 – things you can smell

    1 – thing you like about yourself.

    Take a deep breath to end.

    From where you are sitting, look around for things that have a texture or are nice or interesting to look at.

    Hold an object in your hand and bring your full focus to it. Look at where shadows fall on parts of it or maybe where there are shapes that form within the object. Feel how heavy or light it is in your hand and what the surface texture feels like under your fingers (This can also be done with a pet if you have one).

    Take a deep breath to end.

    Ask yourself the following questions and answer them out loud:

    1. Where am I?

    2. What day of the week is today?

    3. What is today’s date?

    4. What is the current month?

    5. What is the current year?

    6. How old am I?

    7. What season is it?

    Take a deep breath to end.

    Put your right hand palm down on your left shoulder. Put your left hand palm down on your right shoulder. Choose a sentence that will strengthen you. For example: “I am powerful.” Say the sentence out loud first and pat your right hand on your left shoulder, then your left hand on your right shoulder.

    Alternate the patting. Do ten pats altogether, five on each side, each time repeating your sentences aloud.

    Take a deep breath to end.

    Cross your arms in front of you and draw them towards your chest. With your right hand, hold your left upper arm. With your left hand, hold your right upper arm. Squeeze gently, and pull your arms inwards. Hold the squeeze for a little while, finding the right amount of squeeze for you in this moment. Hold the tension and release. Then squeeze for a little while again and release. Stay like that for a moment.

    Take a deep breath to end.