
Twelve years ago, I found myself alone with no job, and emotionally fragile with my three-month-old baby boy.
The unhealthy relationship I was in with the father of my son had broken down. Having moved to Brisbane only a few years earlier, I was away from most of my close family and friends, so I was left to raise my baby on my own.
And all the while, I was experiencing emotionally abusive behaviour. It included repeated humiliation, name calling, and blaming – and eventually it affected my health and wellbeing and I lost significant weight.
For years I would cry myself to sleep. I felt so deeply low, I couldn’t face another day.
But I knew I had to stay strong for my little boy. Every day I would get myself out of bed and keep fighting to stay afloat.
