With the contest deadline fast approaching, I did today what I did not have the funds to do last year (or the guts) and I submitted my Non-Fiction book “Change Your Name and Disappear” to the competition.
The story is of my terrifying days spent with my violent ex – beatings, rapes, abuse… the death of my son. It is not a pretty story to read, but hopefully it will help other women in the same situation that I was in see that there is hope, even though everything might seem hopeless and lost.
Is it odd that I am both terrified of what I have just done and excited at the same time? I know that sometimes the past needs to be left in the past, but even now – 20+ years later – I am still learning to deal with what has happened and move on.
I no longer live in harm’s way, have learned American Sign Language in order to communicate each day, and am slowly learning that every new day brings a new kind of strength and resilience, just knowing that I survived.
I hope I do not fall flat on my face with my submission to the contest.
Time will tell.