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If someone had told me that at 24 years old, I would be living in a domestic violence refuge with my three-year-old while pregnant with my second child, I would’ve laughed and snapped back with “I would never let that happen to me”.

Uncertainty was one of my biggest fears in this life, nobody ever thinks it will happen to them… Until it does.

“ Memories from my childhood, that I had subconsciously buried years before hand to protect myself, suddenly danced in that space between my eyes and mind. There, in that space is where the past meets the present and they both dance with the future. In that space is where my journey began”..

I remember the feeling of being overwhelmed to the point of complete mental and physical exhaustion. I felt as though I had failed as a mother. I felt like a disappointment a prisoner to my own emotions or dare I say lack of control understanding of them. The first night was a blur. I mix of sadness, adrenaline and rage that I had no way of releasing. The first week I could’ve sworn I was experiencing the lows of withdrawal from my favourite drug. I did what any person in a crisis stars I googled it.