IN THE DARK

The Beginning…

As a child, the most traumatic incident I recall was when my father struck my mother with a brass lamp pole on her head.

When I was a little girl, I lived in abuse and fear, as I witnessed the horrific scenes of my mother being abused by my father countless times. Believe me thought I was small, I felt stressed from the emotional pain. I was like a prisoner in my home. A place where I should have been nurtured and protected. But as traumatic as that was, what came next was even worse. One of my siblings committed suicide.

Enough! Enough!…

In my early teens I left home out of desperation, loaded with aggression and resentment. I was getting taller, my mind bolder and my hands stronger. I knew if I had witnessed my father laying a hand on my mother one more time I would have probably switched his life off.

I fled…

I fled for my life. Alone out in a chaotic world, vulnerable and emotionally scarred,  with multiple paths to choose from and outside influences such as alcohol, drugs, gangs and prostitution. I could have turned to a life of crime, but I was determined to seek happiness we all deserve and not follow in my mother’s footsteps.

Prince charming came along…

Unfortunately, I did.  As a girl I felt deprived of my father’s love and I entered a relationship, which almost cost me my life, and instigated the tragic loss of my second child and home. I thought then it was catering to all the love and happiness I was hungry for as a child. He was superficially charming, caring, polite, gentle and attentive. He was always conscious of my safety and kept saying how much he loved me. He even bought me flowers. Bollocks!

Prince harming came along…

We got engaged and I became pregnant. I went to his homeland. As soon as we got to his territory, he swiftly unveiled his true self. A duplication of my childhood drama took action. While I was pregnant, I was treated like a hostage, imprisoned, tortured, punched, slapped and kicked, and even spat on. He could have killed me. I was in a strange country. I did not speak their language. I could not contact my family and friends. I did not know where to go for help or what to do. I was in a bad way physically and mentally. I did not think I was going to survive, the thought of suicide drifted through my mind.

My health deteriorated to help me escape…

Eventually I went into premature labour and ended up in hospital. The baby tragically died. I was flown urgently back to London with multiple severe post-operative complications. I owned my own home before I met my ex-partnerLater on, I discovered he had defrauded me out of my earnings, including my home. I had no family to turn to. Six weeks later I left the hospital – hopeless, homeless, penniless, suffering with deep physical and emotional pain. I resided in a hostel for a few months until I was re-housed.

The fog begins to lift…

While trying to restart my life, I suffered a great deal and faced many challenges. I was also diagnosed with meningitis B, epilepsy, and kidney and brain cancerous tumours. After undergoing several life-threatening operations and medical treatments, rather than labelling myself as a victim, I chose to break with tradition and focus on finding the core cause of my illnesses and abusive repetitive relationships. I began to study the power of our thoughts, feelings and subconscious mind and embarked on a miraculous self-healing journey that transformed much more than my health.

Read how Margaret broke free In the Light.

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