Hello,
My name is Steph
And I am a domestic violence survivor.
I remember telling a Social Worker
That I was just collecting evidence
For my own ****** trial.
There were too many days
Where I truly expected
To die.
Once upon a time,
Common things like white trucks
And orange safety gear
And every single noise
Sent a shiver of panic
Down my spine.
Now I think about it less,
More like when a student
Tells me about her situation
And that she feels trapped,
Just like I did.
I guess this is what we call
Healing.
Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 11:40 PM UTC
Hello,
My name is Steph
And I am a domestic violence survivor.
I remember telling a Social Worker
That I was just collecting evidence
For my own ****** trial.
There were too many days
Where I truly expected
To die.
Once upon a time,
Common things like white trucks
And orange safety gear
And every single noise
Sent a shiver of panic
Down my spine.
Now I think about it less,
More like when a student
Tells me about her situation
And that she feels trapped,
Just like I did.
I guess this is what we call
Healing.
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