Every Woman Has a Story

{Note:  I am writing this blog as an honest, open account of my journey as a female and how it consistently leads me full circle back to the reason why Image Recovery is such an important part of why I do what I do.  I am also writing this blog to remind Every Woman that she is not alone.  We all have stories to tell...traumas, tragedies, trials and tribulations.  These events form us into the women we become...hopefully  women who learn self-discovery, self acceptance, and self esteem, so that we see our true beauty, our inner beauty.
 
I don't know how long it will take me to tell this chapter of my story, nor in what direction my blog entires will head.  Some of my descriptions might be a little unsettling to some, though in no way will I intentionally be graphic.  I do know that I hope in sharing my story, I will help other women face, embrace, and grow from their stories.  I encourage story sharing , comments and questions.  Together, women help each other become Unbreakable.}
 
In the wee hours of the morning on Saturday August 28, I survived an experience that left me once again changed, in some ways which I do not like. and hope to undo:  As I often do several times a night, at 1:30 am, I let my very old, very incontinent dog out for hopefully the last time that night.  As I always do, I took my blackberry and sat down on the step so she could go about her business.  Out of nowhere I saw a figure dart out to my left.  Then he was on me; this intruder in my own backyard tackled me saying only "now I'm gonna kill you bitch".
 
I didn't recognize my assailant, I have no recollection of ever seeing him before.  He wore all black: baggy jeans and a black tee shirt.  No hat. No gloves. No mask.  He must have been really stupid... or really confident he would kill me.
 
But if he was going to kill me, he wasn't going to succeed without a fight.  So I fought.  All I could think about was Dylan, my son.  I had to survive for him. I fought as if my life depended on it, which it did.
 
He punched me. He grabbed me.  He choked me. He twisted my limbs.  He threw me down. And pinned me. He grabbed my thighs and tried to pry my legs apart.  When I got away, he kicked me. He grabbed my buttocks pulling me back down.  He slammed my head repeatedly onto the ground.  I briefly blacked out.  I came to.  I couldn't fight anymore.  I lay as still as I could.  I slowed my breathing to an almost meditative state.  I could feel him looking at me.  I didnt move.  He left.  He must have been satisfied I was dead.....
to be continued...