When voices unite they echo!

I was so terrified through my journey through domestic violence I lost my voice my freedom my zest for life, my once sparkling eyes gone replaced with a slowly dying gaze that I not dare make eye contact with anyone.

My once thin but fit body now adorned bruises scars.

I was well and truly in the never ending cycle of fear trauma and begging for my life.

The insulting question I would often get asked after my final escape is why didn’t you just leave. I DID he found me every single time, Maybe the question you should ask is WHY DIDNT HE STOP ABUSING.

The final straw for me after another vicious attack in front of my then 11 year old twins was their faces the fear in their eyes broke me and I knew I had to try again knowing if I stayed he would kill me and if I left there was a high chance he will kill me but I had to try for the sake of my twins at least if I did die they knew I tried to leave and strangely I took comfort in that.

The day I left I went straight to the police station who were very familiar with me after numerous visits to my home I made the decision there and then to have him charged with every hurt he had inflicted on my body my face my neck every texted threat to kill 

Every phone recording every past injury I had to get my power back and with fear in my heart I proceeded.

To cut a long story short he was charged and found guilty on every single charge in the time it took to get r to trial he had 49 breaches of the violence restraining order.

I knew my life was never going to be the same again 

I started a small social media group Broken Crayon’s Still Colour to seek support and offer support I emersed myself in study attended numerous domestic violence Trials, I attend courses.

I had an opinion and I was determined it was going to be heard who knew better than me on what domestic violence victims needed I wasn’t going to let the government dictate what they thought we needed.

Rach found her voice in the meantime as I repaired recovered and was becoming a empowered survivor my abuser continued to stalk me I have moved 17 times since 2017 

Instead of hiding I sent public I was gaining traction people were listening community members were backing my work victims were reaching out to me for assistance 

Two years ago BCSCF became a fully registered non profit organisation assisting vulnerable domestic violence victims became my passion.

I used my voice for those who have temporarily or permanently lost theirs 

I held the government accountable for their failures I started fundraising for everything we needed to operate 

We have an emergency relocation vehicle a safe haven counselling and education space a warehouse for all our donated furniture and items we have not one but two transitional safe homes for mothers and their children escaping domestic violence.

I am currently fundraising for a removal truck to collect and distribute furniture etc to our clients, I am also fundraising for $1.9 million dollars to build a large scale transitional safe home and domestic violence hub.

I am a international award winning advocate 

I have written and facilitated numerous programs including men’s behavioural change program ( it is my duty to try and prevent violence) I am a fierce out spoken advocate

I am often sought after for my opinions and views on anything domestic violence related with the media .

I am very proud of all my achievements because the entire time my abuser has actively stalked threatened me his obsession knows no boundaries so much so I was physically attacked again where he was hiding in wait for me.

I was unconscious for 11 hours when I woke in hospital two fractured eye sockets 12 stitches in my face three broken ribs, I did not let this deter me five days later I was back at it bruised stiches in both eyebrows sore but determined.

How this monster got bail is beyond my comprehension considering he is a repeat offender.

This outrages me as domestic violence escalates deaths escalates homelessness has doubled child removal is at a frightening rate.

Our fractured judicial system and government offer lip service.

This fires me up even more my voice is louder my message is strong 

I am a powerhouse I refuse to be silenced history will be kind to me for I intend to write it

Broken Crayons Still Colour 

I AM LIVING PROOF