Victim of domestic violence.
My daughter, you have saved me. Our love is stronger than anything. It overcame my despair. You were, by your presence, the oxygen I needed when I felt myself dying.
I gave you life, you saved mine.
I dream of the day when the cursor of shame will move from the victim to the perpetrator, where bruised hearts will rise up to give way to freedom, to justice, to life.
I cry out my need to regain my dignity, I cry out my silences of the past. This book is a shout.
My shout to exist.