There was a time I truly thought I wouldnāt survive.
Not just physically ā but emotionally, psychologically, spiritually.
A time when I believed no one would ever believe me.
When I thought it was my fault for staying.
When I hoped, prayed, pleaded for him to leave, but I couldnāt make it happen.
Because no matter what I did, or said, or how much I tried to protect myselfā¦
There was no stopping him.
He looked frail in court. He played frail in court.
Illness. Weakness. The victim.
But behind closed doors?
He was strong. Powerful. Sharp. Unrelenting.
And when he was angry ā terrifying.
Thereās something indescribably disturbing about looking into the eyes of someone who is meant to love you⦠and seeing nothing.
No light. No warmth.
Just a hollow, dark, empty stare.
From a psychological perspective, this moment is one of profound dissonance.
Cognitive dissonance is what happens when our brain tries to reconcile two opposing truths:
š This person is supposed to love me
š This person is hurting me, and I see no remorse in their eyes
That āblankā or ādeadā look in the eyes? Itās often described by survivors of abuse.
And neuroscience helps us understand why it feels so terrifying.
When youāre in danger, your amygdala ā your brainās alarm system ā goes into overdrive.
It sends out the signal: freeze, flee, or fight.
But when the threat is someone you once trusted⦠someone youāve lovedā¦
Your brain short-circuits.
And then thereās trauma bonding ā the psychological trap that forms when abuse is mixed with moments of affection, apology, or dependency.
You cling to the version of them that once smiled, once held your hand, once said āI love youā ā and when that person disappears and the darkness takes over, itās more than terrifying. Itās confusing. Disorienting. Paralyzing.
Because weāre not just fighting for safety.
Weāre fighting for clarity.
When survivors say things like āI saw nothing in his eyes,ā itās not exaggeration. Itās the brutal experience of emotional detachment and calculated cruelty.
And it breaks something deep inside.
But hereās what I want every survivor to know:
š± You werenāt imagining it.
š± You didnāt āprovokeā it.
š± Youāre not weak for staying.
š± You were surviving the best way you knew how.
And now? You are surviving.
Youāre learning. Reclaiming.
Waking up from the fog and beginning to see yourself clearly again.
There was a time when I thought I wouldnāt make it.
But now ā I write, I speak, I live.
And I carry this truth not as shame, but as proof:
I came through the darkness.
I saw the hollow eyes of crueltyā¦
And still, I chose life.
ā Linda C J Turner
Trauma Therapist | Neuroscience & Emotional Intelligence Practitioner | Advocate for Womenās Empowerment