20 Years ago today was the worst day of my life

Twenty years ago today was the worst day of my life.
Three days later as I stood in church with my children I remember very clearly a few things:
- My throat was damaged from being choked and I could not sing the hymns. I could barely speak in a hoarse voice.
- My children, two small boys, were wearing their suits; I do not remember who got their suits out of the closet, ironed them, or got them dressed.
- My hair was very short; I always cut my hair when I got upset or had been abused to the point of hating myself and wanting to punish myself.
- Strange things were happening; people appeared in front of me and it surprised or frightened me. I suddenly would realize where I was without knowing I was there. Blocks of time seemed to be missing. I learned later at the hospital that I had a concussion. When the kind doctor tried to feel my neck I completely freaked out and had to be sedated.
The events of the abuse that night before Good Friday are so fresh in my mind that I could recount them to you in great detail even now, 20 years later. 20 years ago today I went to work in a dazed, traumatized stupor and took my lunch break to drive to the courthouse to get a 50-B restraining order against my husband (now ex-husband.)
“I need to have my husband removed from my home and get a restraining order. (insert details of attack here.)” said a devastated and nearly destroyed me.
“But where will he live?” the lady asked me.
–things you should NEVER say to an abuse victim.
I have been diagnosed with PTSD.
The diagnosis came 18 years later.
Enough about the worst day of my life, the details of which I carry inside my gut like shards of glass…I want to share with you the poem I wrote about that day in church 20 years ago, with my two boys, both also traumatized, standing next to me. I have sometimes used poetry as a healing force in my life and this was perhaps the most important poem I have ever written. I very rarely share it. But with Easter Day looming, my memories get the better of me and I find myself wrestling with the inner turmoil all over again, no matter how much distance is put between me and that day. Here is the poem:
Three Days After
Three days ago
I heard you screaming.
I crawled through darkness
to find you.
Today I heard you
singing hymns that save
and lift me off the floor.
I don’t have to crawl anymore.
I stand
in the rising of
my Savior.
Lift your eyes my son,
flowers grow from crosses
everyday.
We don’t have to cry anymore.
If you or anyone you know is suffering from Domestic Violence, help is available to you. There IS HOPE. https://www.thehotline.org/
powerful and moving. 20 years is only a number placed after the days on a calendar. I understand. There was much strength and love in that poem (the perfect antidote). I too, express in the same way. https://noelliesplace.com/2018/01/05/silent-house/
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Thank you Noellie. I appreciate that. i will certainly check out your blog. Thanks for sharing! Are you on Medium?
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thank you for the courage to share about your healing journey.
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This was certainly difficult to write and share but I believe that we can all heal better when we share our truth. Thank you for reading and for your thoughts.
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Wow this really touched me “we don’t have to cry anymore”. Thank you for writing this.
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Thank you so much for reading. Yes, this one was very difficult to write–but so important.
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