This is Why I am Drowning

Growing up with domestic violence is like you’re inhabiting another world. Pounding on the glass, screaming and no one can hear you. No one wants to hear you. Starving to death in a land of plenty. Surrounded by lighted windows framing happy families. And then…and then…when you finally get out no one believes what happened to you. And you have to forget too because that’s the only way you can survive. But some of us can’t forget and that is why we are drowning.

Never underestimate people’s capacity for willful blindness.


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