Welcome to my Blog: Surviving an Abuser

This rock tells my story. You can see that this rock has had many years of abuse, been jostled around and rolled through the sands of the ocean. There are chips, holes and discoloration, yet this rock is beautiful, it has aged, yet gotten stronger over the years of its life.

I am this rock

I have been abused, beaten, and stepped on. I have been jostled around the ocean of life till I finally came to rest in the sand. The holes and shapes tell a lifetime story of pain and suffering, of love and loss, of friendships and family. Most of all, strength and endurance.

This rock has endured many things yet it is strong and beautiful.

I am this rock. I am beautiful inside and out.

Elizabeth Damons 4/03/2022