I am organizing the files on my computer and I just found this old photo of me from 2002, while I was still married to the abuser. I can’t even recognize myself… It’s just not me… I’ve come a long way since those horrible years and I wouldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for those experiences and how I decided to use them to grow instead of being destroyed. I’m feeling grateful and I just want to give the younger me a big hug and tell her she is not to blame.