39 year old - Divorced mother of one , living in Bayside NY

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My story is like any other-simple and yet complex at the same time. I'm a woman, a mother, a survivor of trauma and an autoimmune warrior. What people don't see is that I'm also a lover of music, a free spirit trapped in a world of conformity and a person that truly believes collaboration is the answer. I'm a farmer's daughter living in the big city where diversity is a treasure but community is a rare jewel.

Looking forward to being a part of this powerful organization!

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35 year old - Divorced mother , living in Bayside NY

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I have to say first I like this. It's nice to be able to share anonymously and to write it down.

We got married when i was 22 years old. He was my high-school sweetheart. My parents who are orthodox Jews wanted us to get married relativley quickly and not date for years.

I have two boys who suffered with me through an abusive and difficult marriage. After many trials and tribulations I was free... but not really. I suffer from PTSD and find it so hard to get over what he did to me. The father of my children doesn't see them. He refuses to comply with numerous court orders.  Every week I have to find a way to keep food on the table, the electricity on and my kids clothed. It has never been easy and it's always scary but I do it. somehow I do it! 


I am grateful for the opportunity to join this community and hoping to meet people.


34 year old - Divorced mother of 3, living in Brooklyn NY


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At 31 years old, 9 pregnant with my second child, I was married to an addict and overwhelmed with responsibility. Bills, raising the children, keeping the household together, all plans and appointments all fell on my shoulders. I worked 9-5 and took on any extra work I could get to keep the family afloat. So 31 years old, about to have my second baby, I realized nothing in my life was going to change unless I was going to make changes. I had always dreamed of getting a college education, but with my orthodox upbringing and cheder education I was terrified. It was at that moment I decided I was going to try and change my life and my children's lives. I decided to leave my mess of a marriage and earn a degree. I enrolled in college the very same week. School started on September 9th, the same day that I went in labor. I went to class with contractions and all, as soon as class was dismissed I went to the hospital to deliver the baby. It was hard, very hard. There was studying concepts I had never heard of, classes of which I had no background. But I did it. With a newborn, I went to work, ran to see my baby during my lunch break, fed her while stealing moments of study time. Finished work, picked up two babies and spent 20 minutes with them before heading out to my night classes from 6-9 four days a week and an other 3 hours every Sunday. I studied at night. Woke up and went to work, to class, to see my precious children, and started the whole thing over the next day. Looking back, I have no idea how I did it. I graduated this past year with honors with a degree in science and psychology. I left my abusive marriage. I've been fortunate to have met people who became my new family and support system. This is how I did what I did. I'd be proud to be part of a community that supports each other, so that we all benefit and grow.

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