I wish I had been stronger, but in a different way.
I wish I was strong enough to stop blaming myself.
I wish he was held accountable for the bullshit the pain and tears.
But once she was born, boyyy Catalina gave me a strength I never knew I had.
I had enough.
Domestic violence is being strong even when your the victim, and everyone seeing a smile on my face and strength in my chest.
The first time you lie to your family, it won't stop.
I had become many times to believe the words I said.
You can leave, you deserve to leave.
The battle of trauma is something entirely different I'll face the rest of my life, but if someone anyone opens their eyes to see their life exists when they feel invisible... being strong for so long to tell my story was worth the fight.
