September 23rd

by A Survivor

September 23rd 2014 is and will always be etched in my mind, following me like a bad smell.

I'd been with my boyfriend about a year when we went out drinking one day. When we got back home he changed: he was evil, vile, sadistic he hated me and he wanted me dead. He even used bleach as a weapon.

But now the joke's on him. I'm standing tall, I'm here to tell my story because I fought like so many others before me and after me.

But the struggle's not over yet for me. I fight every day to try and regain the person I once was before all the abuse. Doctors tell me I'll never be the same again physically, I have to wear special make up to cover my dodgy skin tone and scars.

But all the physical scars, the emotional scars and the mental struggle is ME, it's part of me and although I hate what happened I wouldn't change it because that's why I'm ME - and I like me!

xx