By many standards, seven weeks is not very long.
But for me -- it was seven weeks of depression, confusion, confinement, secrecy, darkness, fear, sorrow. It was hell.
Seven weeks of hell that felt like a lifetime.
I couldn’t reach out. Not about this. No one would understand anyway. They’d think my husband was a monster and that I was worthless. I knew he wasn’t a monster, but I didn’t know if I was worth anything anymore.
And then: a small ray of light. A blog post about an organization called Addo Recovery. There were others like me? Really?! So many that an entire organization was devoted to helping them? There’s help for this?! For hours I watched and re-watched all the videos Addo had on their website. Beautiful women who were speaking directly from my heart; who told my story. They KNEW. They KNEW what this felt like! I’m not crazy! I’m not worthless! They know my husband is not a monster. They KNOW!
Light and hope poured into my soul. I privately reached out to one person through Addo. I was quickly added to the Togetherness Community. Suddenly, I was a member of an elite sisterhood. My healing heart is a gift from my Savior; a Savior who has graced me with this priceless sisterhood. Here I am understood. Here I am validated. Here I am loved. Here I am able to find the courage to trudge, walk, and then run on the path to healing. Togetherness gave me my sanity back. Togetherness gave me hope and showed me that my future could be even brighter than the past I thought I was living.