There are moments in life when silence becomes unbearable — not because you want revenge, but because truth deserves a voice.
This is mine.
I want to say thank you — from the deepest part of my healing heart — to every friend, acquaintance, neighbour, and colleague who has stood by me.
To those who have written letters, sent emails, given testimonials, and told the truth — even when it was uncomfortable.
Even when others stayed silent.
Even when it meant standing alone in a room full of doubters.
You didn’t just write words — you gave me oxygen.
You gave my truth weight.
You reminded me I was never crazy, never unstable, never imagining things.
🧾 Over 12 People Have Now Given Evidence
Twelve original letters — each one a voice of truth.
Each one a thread in the story of what I lived through for three decades.
Some of those letters describe emotional abuse, financial control, public charm masking private cruelty, and the toll it took on my mental and physical health.
Some witnessed my terror, the moments I was shaking, panicked, frozen in place.
One moment will forever stay etched in my memory — and in the records of the Guardia Civil:
🚔 Nine Months Ago, I Was Suicidal and Locked in My Bedroom.
It was a Friday 1st November 2024, the anniversary of when I lost my mother!
He’d visited again — full of “love” messages, playing the “I still care” game for his audience.
But behind closed doors, it was the same terrorising behaviour.
I was locked in my bedroom. Shaking. Suicidal.
Every door bolted. I couldn’t breathe.
The Guardia Civil had to jump the wall and climb in through my bedroom window just to reach me.
They found me broken.
That is what emotional abuse looks like.
That is what terror does to the body.
That is what manipulation and mind games look like when the mask slips.
✊ I Will Never, Ever Let Anyone Take Me to That Place Again
My daughter and my brothers wife took it in turns to come and stay with me for weeks afterward.
Because I couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t eat. Couldn’t feel safe.
That’s not drama. That’s survival.
Almost a year has passed since that darkest day — and I’m proud to say:
- I’m healing.
- I’m safe.
- I’m no longer alone.
- I have two incredible psychologists, a compassionate doctor, and a circle of new friends who don’t try to silence or fix me — they witness and honour me.
The Guardia Civil still call or visit me every two weeks. Not because I asked them to — but because they saw it.
They saw what too many people miss:
Emotional abuse is real. Coercive control is real. Trauma is real.
🙏🏼 To the Believers — Thank You.
You held my hand when I was drowning.
You told the truth when others whispered lies.
You gave evidence that might help protect someone else down the line.
And to the ones who supported the abuser —
To the ones who laughed, questioned, minimized, or enabled:
I hope it never happens to your daughter.
Your sister.
Your friend.
Because only then might you understand the horror of domestic abuse that doesn’t leave bruises, but leaves the soul shattered.
🧠 I Have a New Life Now
- A rewired mind
- A calm, safe home
- Freedom from control
- Peace in my nervous system
- Joy in connection
- And most of all: self-respect and clarity
I don’t have to convince anyone of the truth anymore.
It speaks for itself.
💬 If You’re Reading This and You’re Still Living in Fear…
Please hear me:
You are not alone.
You are not imagining it.
And yes — it is that bad.
Speak. Document. Report. Heal.
Even when your voice trembles. Even when you’re exhausted.
There is life beyond this.
There is safety, sisterhood, support, and strength waiting for you.
💥 The Abuser Thought I Would Stay Silent.
He was wrong.
I am rebuilding.
I am being believed.
And I will never go back.
#SurvivorStory #EmotionalAbuseIsReal #DomesticAbuseAwareness #TruthSpeaks #JusticeAndHealing #TraumaRecovery #ICameBackToLife
