I began my domestic violence journey a decade ago in another state, not as a survivor, but as a helper. I wanted to help others.

8 years ago, I was living my dream, working as a DCFS caseworker. On my first day of work, I met a new friend, and we bonded quickly.

CONTENT WARNING: Growing up, I was in a home surrounded by violence. My dad was an alcoholic and addicted to meth, so when he would start throwing things and hitting us kids at the slightest inconvenience, I just thought that is how dads are. When I was 15, I started dating my abuser.