There is no light in the darkness of abuse.

My heroes are those that have made it to the other side of abuse.

It is a constant struggle to be happy in the sadness of abuse.

“How much should we sacrifice for our children...everything...till our very last breath.”

“Why are some born loved and why are some born unloved? Who decides the "why"? What is the "why"? Why is there a "why"?

How can one heal from abuse while the abuse continues?