Surviving the Silence

I never thought I would write a book, much less one that centered on my life. Through all the years of pain, frustration, triumphs, wins, losses, and enough tears shed to what feels like to me could fill a pool, the only constant I found was that somehow, some way, I would be okay. I would survive this.
This is not just a story of abuse, but of survival. When I started writing this, it was no more than a journal; a way to keep myself sane in what were insane conditions. There is not one blow...