“My name is _____, I am a survivor of domestic violence.”

I was raised in a boarding school, an orphan from a young age. Lacking the support and love I needed as a child, I was filled with an overwhelming desire to belong. I wanted to feel valued more than anything. 

Searching for everything that could fill that void, I stumbled down a dark path. Surrounding myself with lost people who chased after the wrong things, I was left feeling even more hurt and confused. 

After being imprisoned for robbery, I felt as though I was at the rock bottom of my life. 

Until I met him. 

I fell in love with a man that renewed my hope. He filled me with promises of a new life and a new start. He gave me a glimpse of the love I had been yearning for my entire life. My life began to feel good again until I was met with a harsh reality I never expected…

Drugs have been a common theme in the relationships I’ve held. It was the common theme in my marriage that ultimately led to its crumbling. 

Dependent on drugs, the man I loved began a streak of violence and manipulation against me. I was in a physically and emotionally abusive relationship that left me spiraling every single day. He would go from the loving man I desired to one who would beat me out of anger.

Amidst all the hurt, he would pave the way to my own dependency on drugs. 

Despite the chaos of my home and my heart, I continued to cling to hope in my relationship. Two beautiful children came from the man who tore me apart. 

After years of enduring his temper, my husband was eventually arrested and placed in prison. For the first time in a long time, I had an opportunity in front of me. 

Fighting battles from the trauma we endured, my children and I needed more than escape from our abuser. We needed somewhere to turn, someone to care. 

When I found the House of Hope I realized this was the home I needed all along. 

When we arrived, I continued to struggle with withdrawals from my addiction. Met with even more concerning news, I discovered I had an eleven-centimeter ovarian cyst. With the help of the team, I was able to undergo a difficult operation and have been on the road to recovery ever since. 

My daughter who has been battling severe epilepsy has been cared for by the team with the utmost love and care. 

Words cannot express my gratitude for this team, this family, we have found at the House of Hope. 

I know now that God has given me a chance to live and the true value of the hope and freedom we have been given. 

John 6:35

“Jesus replied, ‘I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry again. Whoever believes in me will never be thirsty….”