On March 27th, I was nominated for the Brave Heart Award. Thank you so much to those at The Cut-Throat Club!
1. Tell us a little bit about your blog. Who designed it?
My blog is about my own experiences with Domestic Abuse. I designed it myself, but it’s nowhere near finished.
2. What is the title and description of your blog?
You Don’t Have To Suffer In Silence ~ Speaking Out About Domestic Abuse.
3. Who is your intended audience?
Anyone who has ever been a victim of any sort of abuse.
4. How did you come up with the title of your blog?
When I started to tell of what happened to me, I noticed a number of my friends step forward admitting that they too, had suffered abuse. It was at that point I realized that no one should have to suffer in silence.
5. Give us an interesting fun fact about your blog.
Nothing really ‘fun’ about it, but I have started to mix things up a little recently. Positive Quotes Of The Day are now included.
6. What other blogs do you own and what makes them alike?
I don’t own any other blogs. I do hope to someday, but my son keeps me on my toes!
7. Do you have any unique talents or hobbies?
I collect (and wear) corsets.
8. How can we contact you or find out more about your blog?
Feel free to have a read of my blog at persiakarema.wordpress.com, or to send me an email at email@example.com.
9. What can we expect from you in the future?
Well, I hope to be doing this for a very long time! However, one cannot possibly know what will happen, but hopefully, one day, I will be a full on Domestic Abuse Advocate.
10. What can readers who enjoy your blog do to help make your blog more successful?
Share, re-blog, positive criticism. It all helps!
11. Do you have any tips for readers or advice for other writers/bloggers?
Although personally, I’m not there yet (far from it)… Believe in yourself. Love yourself. Be true to yourself. The truth always finds a way out.
12. Before you go, could you share a snippet from your blog?
From my post “Freedom!”
“Today marks exactly one year ago, I stepped on British soil with my then 12 week old son, having escaped *Steve, my abusive husband. It was bitter; cold and snowing. I had no coat, thin footwear and was hungry. My son however, was warm, snug and well fed. I was content with that…
…With suitcases checked in, Steve could go no further. Thank God. I just wanted him to go away forever. I played along with him. We hugged. He held me tight and broke down, almost wailing like a new born baby. He told me he loved me. I tried my best not only to say it back, but to say it convincingly. It was hard, but I think I pulled it off. Who cares anyway? My son and I were almost on board our Freedom Ride! We parted. He pulled me back telling me he didn’t want us to go; he didn’t want me to go. He loved me too much. I planted ‘The Kiss Of Judas’ on his cheek. I hated him. He cried some more. This time I joined in too. Not because I was going to miss him, but because they were tears of joy. I had waited for what felt like a lifetime for this moment. My Freedom!”
I would like to nominate the following four (sorry if I’ve broken the rules):