For a long time, I stayed in a relationship that slowly chipped away at who I was. There was a lot of emotional abuse, and at one point, it got physical enough that I had to call the police. That was my breaking point, and soon after, I left. It wasn’t easy. I loved him, and for years I accepted things I never should have, mostly in silence—especially around my friends. I didn’t have the words to explain it, or maybe I just didn’t feel like I was allowed to. What made it harder was having kids; I didn’t want to break up our home, and I wasn’t sure how we’d manage on our own. But I did it. I kept my faith, my children as my focus, and slowly rebuilt my life. Alongside all of that, I kept my career going and made decisions that honored my boundaries—like not working on Fridays so I could be more present for my kids. If you’re feeling stuck, I’d be honored to sit with you in that place, help you name what’s happening, and talk about what moving forward could look like.