My Island
From victim to survivor.
What I had to endure was so difficult that abandoning Curaçao In silence was my only option. I left the island where I was born and raised and that I loved so much with a lot of anger and pain. I left with my kids without ever wanting to return, but the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob made sure that I returned and that my restoration began at home, in Curaçao.
As a victim, it’s normal that you hide from your aggressor but I could not hide. I didn’t want anyone to know that I existed but I was always reminded that I indeed existed. I used to feel happy and confident but then my self-esteem took a turn. I completely lost it. I even became suicidal. In several conversations with God, I asked, why I should be alive.
QUESTIONS
Would I have gotten married or stayed single? Would I have chosen not to have children? Would I have taken abuse for that long or gotten out of it faster? Would I have spoken or stayed quiet?
Hear Me Out .
If the soil itself could speak” Originated around the 25th of November 2015 which was the beginning of a campaign of the United Nations to stop violence against women and that continued till December 10th, 2015 which is the International Human rights day.
This title is part of a saying that my late grandmother used to tell my mother, It says a lot by itself. According to my mother, the saying is not yet complete, there’s a part missing. I don’t mind if there’s a piece missing, I just needed this piece!
HOPE
That’s why I need to say that this nightmare helped me in many ways. I became the author of my first book “Blessed Through Homelessness” and my first play “Penny”!
IF THE SOIL ITSELF COULD SPEAK…….
Something great could always come out of difficult times. Do not forget that, a plane always has to go against the wind!
NEVER GIVE UP!
