My friends often wonder why I didn't speak up during the abuse and I wanted too, but I really didn't believe that anyone could possibly understand my struggle.
Inside, I was screaming for someone to understand my situation, but when I looked around at my environment and the people I associated with, I didn't think anyone would understand what I was going through.
Here I was, this young woman, attending a major university, with nothing but well-educated men and women around me. The family that I come from wouldn't necessarily understand my situation either.
I come from a family of hard-workers, they believe in going out and making a living, no time for drama, however, whenever they're faced with drama, they would handle it and keep it moving. The only person in my family who I believe could possibly understand what I was going through was my mother, but she was dealing with her own demons, so I had to deal with mine, on my own.
I dealt with my abuse by writing about it in my journal or writing poems that expressed my emotions, thoughts and prayers.
When I was out with friends and sisters, I enjoyed having fun, being loud and partying; but I was still alone, I still had my thoughts and that made me feel like I had no one to turn to.
If you are closely associated or related to a person who you think is a victim of abuse, begin to educate yourself about domestic abuse or find someone who is knowledgeable and helpful, because they can be a good sounding board for the victim.
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