Shannon's Story
My husband’s abuse slowly ratcheted up for a few years.
I kept telling myself that I had to be strong or else my son would grow up without a father.
Eventually the beatings got too severe, and I had to leave. My son and I arrived at the Shelter on the hottest day of the year, but internally, it felt like winter to me. I had no idea how we would survive this. I still have a long way to go to pick up the pieces of our lives. But at least it feels like things are slowly getting better. I’m so thankful for that.
“ I still have a long way to go to pick up the pieces of our lives. But at least it feels like things are slowly getting better. I’m so thankful for that.”