DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AS A WHOLE

A Message To My Readers:  Dear readers and supporters, I wanted to take out the time to thank you all for following my blog, commenting, sharing, and being so encouraging all the time. It really means a lot to me and I pray that I have inspired, encouraging, and helped some of you in many ways. Today I have decided to have a guest blogger, this is the first time since I have started this blog that I've ever had a guest blogger. This young lady at 19 years old has inspired me and I wanted to allow her to use this platform in order to inspire you as well. Miss Jeanine Strother entered a film contest and decided to do a documentary about domestic violence. It  touched my heart to see her at young age raising awareness for a cause that is very close to my heart and I am sure all of her hearts. Jeanine did not get picked in the final round but she is still eligible to win in another contest. On behalf of Jeanine I would like to ask you all to please watch the documentary and shar...

I wake up to the sound of him walking around the room. I assume that something is going to happen soon. He could get hit me, he could curse me; he could seriously hurt me if he dares. He drags me out the bed and out the room. My heart is hurting, my mind is pounding, and I’ve got to get out of here soon. He begins to attempt to sedate me so that he can rape me But I noticed that silence fills the room. Do I not have any cry in me left or have I lost my voice? I’m tired of screaming and shouting only for my cries to go unnoticed. Only for my tears to just dry up while I’m being ignored but being silent keeps me in a prison. I have no one to turn too but I also haven’t really turned to anyone Because every time someone gets close to me, I allow the threats of this fool to disturb my cool. So I’m no longer cool, instead I’m warm feeling unloved and torn apart. As he attempts to rape me I think to myself, dare I be silent? Or should I dare to make a noise...