“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” ~Rumi I watched my son get hit by his father, and something inside me finally broke open. Not broke apart. Broke open. There’s a difference. For years, I had absorbed the chaos. I had made myself smaller, quieter, more accommodating. I had convinced myself that if I could just love harder, be better, try more, something would change. But in that moment, watching my child suffer at the hands of the man who was supposed to protect him, I understood with absolute clarity that nothing I did would ever be enough … Continue reading Escaping an Abusive Situation: The Hardest Parts and Greatest Lessons