When Does The Assault Stop Assaulting You?

 Overcoming the Mental Obstacles After Domestic Violence: A Path to Healing for Single Moms

Being a single mom is tough. There’s no doubt about it. Between balancing work, school runs, and the endless cycle of laundry, dishes, and “Mom, I can’t find my other shoe!”—it can feel like a never-ending challenge. But for moms who have survived domestic violence, the road ahead comes with additional emotional and psychological hurdles. The trauma doesn’t just go away because you’ve left the situation. It lingers, quietly (or not-so-quietly) showing up in every part of life, from motherhood and dating to sleep, self-worth, and everything in between.

In this blogpost, we’re going to take a compassionate, real-talk look at how domestic violence can interfere with your everyday life—and offer some hope, kindness, and humor along the way. Because while the path to healing might feel rocky, it is absolutely possible to regain a sense of peace, balance, and joy, one small step at a time.

How Domestic Violence Interferes with Motherhood

Motherhood is already hard enough without throwing in the emotional baggage of surviving domestic violence. But guess what? You’re not alone, and there are ways to make it through.

1. Trust Issues (And Not Just With Your Kids’ Other Parent): After being in an abusive relationship, trust can be a major roadblock. You might find it hard to trust others—your kids’ other parent, new people in your life, or even your own ability to make safe decisions. It’s completely normal to feel a little paranoid or overly protective. But take a deep breath. Trust can be rebuilt, slowly. Start small, with tiny steps, and give yourself credit for each one.

2. Motherhood Fatigue (The Emotional Kind): You’ve survived something no one should ever have to experience, and the emotional toll can feel like running a marathon in flip-flops. Mental exhaustion can make it hard to show up as the mom you want to be. Sometimes you might find yourself zoning out, feeling numb, or overwhelmed by the endless demands. Be kind to yourself—you're doing your best, and that’s enough.

3. The Guilt Monster: You might sometimes feel like you failed your kids by staying in the abusive situation for as long as you did, or that you’re not doing enough to protect them from future hurt. But here’s the truth: you did what you had to do to survive. Now, as a survivor, you are showing them resilience, strength, and the power of starting over. The guilt has no place in your life anymore—let it go, mama.

How Domestic Violence Affects Dating (And Why You Might Want to Hold Off on Dating for a Bit)

Ah, dating. It’s complicated enough without the emotional fallout of an abusive relationship. But if you’ve been through domestic violence, you might find yourself feeling hesitant, unsure, or downright scared of the idea of dating again.

1. Fear of Repeating the Past: It’s a very real worry. You might wonder, "What if I get involved with someone who’s just like my ex?" That fear is valid, but it’s important to remember that healing means trusting your instincts again. With time and therapy, you can learn to spot the red flags and recognize when something isn’t right. But don’t rush—take it slow, and give yourself the time and space to heal before jumping into anything new.

2. Emotional Unavailability: You’ve been through a lot. And after such trauma, it’s okay to feel emotionally unavailable, even if you're longing for connection. But here’s the good news: that feeling doesn’t have to last forever. In fact, a break from dating can give you the space to focus on yourself, your kids, and rebuilding your confidence. When you’re ready, you'll be better equipped to form a healthy, balanced relationship—not just with someone else, but with yourself.

3. Fear of Judgment (No One’s Perfect, but You’re a Survivor): You might worry that someone will judge you for being in an abusive relationship in the first place. Spoiler alert: the right person will admire your strength. Anyone who doesn't understand the complexities of your journey isn’t worth your time. So take your time and trust that the people who matter will support you and respect your past.

How Domestic Violence Affects Sleep (Because, Seriously, Who Can Sleep Through This Stuff?)

If you’ve survived domestic violence, then you know it can mess with your sleep in a major way. But the thing is, you’re not crazy. Trauma can have serious physical effects, including sleepless nights that feel like they’ll never end.

1. Nightmares and Flashbacks (Thanks, Trauma): The memories of what you went through can sometimes resurface in the form of nightmares or intrusive thoughts. It’s like your brain can’t switch off, even when your body is begging for rest. If you’ve ever woken up in a cold sweat at 3 a.m., staring at the ceiling and wondering when it’ll end, you’re not alone. But with time, therapy, and coping strategies, you can regain control over your sleep patterns.

2. Hypervigilance (Your Brain Just Won’t Let Go): For many survivors, the feeling of being constantly “on guard” doesn’t disappear the moment you leave the abusive relationship. You might have a hard time feeling safe at night—always listening for noises or feeling like something is about to go wrong. This is a form of PTSD, and it takes time to unwind. But here's the thing: you're strong, and your body can learn to relax again with the right support.

3. Hormonal Rollercoaster: Chronic stress can mess with your body’s chemistry, leading to insomnia or restless sleep. The good news is that once you begin to address the trauma and start practicing self-care, your body can find its balance again. And yes, that does mean getting a full night’s sleep eventually (hallelujah).

When Do You Start Feeling "Normal" Again?

Let’s be honest: “normal” feels like a distant dream sometimes. But here’s the thing: recovery isn’t about getting back to a perfect version of your old self. It’s about creating a new version of yourself—one that’s wiser, stronger, and more resilient than before.

1. Healing Takes Time (Like, a Lot of Time): Don’t let anyone fool you into thinking you’ll be “normal” after a quick weekend retreat or a few weeks of therapy. Healing takes time. You might feel like the trauma never stops following you, but little by little, it will lose its power. You will laugh again, feel joy again, and rediscover parts of yourself that you thought were lost forever.

2. Can a Fresh Start Be a Mental Fresh Start?: A new city, a new job, or a change in your surroundings can help create a sense of physical renewal. But here’s the secret: the real fresh start comes when you start healing mentally and emotionally. Therapy, support groups, self-love, and understanding your journey will help you rebuild the foundation of who you are. And when you do that, you might just find that “normal” starts to feel more like a distant memory—one that doesn’t have the same power over you anymore.

3. When Does the Assault Stop Assaulting You?: This is the tough question. It’s the one that lingers, doesn’t it? "When does the assault stop assaulting you?" The truth is, it stops when you take back your power, reclaim your peace, and redefine what life looks like without the shadow of your past looming over you. Healing doesn’t mean forgetting. It means living fully, even with the scars.

My Final Thoughts: You’ve Got This (And So Much More)

So, here’s the good news: the road to healing is long, but it’s also full of hope, laughter, and unexpected moments of joy. Healing doesn’t happen overnight, but with time, support, and a little bit of humor (because let’s face it—life is too short to take too seriously), you will get there.

Remember, it’s okay to have bad days. It’s okay to feel lost sometimes. You’re allowed to take time to rebuild. But most importantly, you are already doing the hardest part—surviving. And that, my dear, is something to be incredibly proud of.

You’ve got this. And there’s so much more waiting for you on the other side. 💪💖

The All-Consuming Relationship

          It's incredible how some of us don't see that we're in a toxic relationship until we feel like we're drowning. We start out in this amazing situation where we feel like everything is perfect, when we feel the butterflies in our stomach and all we can think about is the intensity of the attention we're getting and how much we missed it. It's disturbing how quickly it can be mistaken for love.

Some of us have started out in these relationships prior to having kids, when all we could think about was having that happy life with a house and kids and a wonderful spouse to share it with. Of course the first thing we want to do is find that perfect spouse! Don't get me wrong, sometimes they just appear out of nowhere and they consume us. I don't use the word consume lightly because that is literally what happens. Your whole world shifts... Be it your career, your friendships, your relationship with your family members. This amazing person comes into your life and they become your life. It's almost as if you didn't even have say-so in the matter. It can happen to the strongest and more independent of us. Next thing you know we feel like everything depends on this other person.

Heaven forbid we schedule something that screws up his schedule. There's no way we could ever eat at a restaurant that he doesn't approve of. Why did you even think to wear that outfit because it's not something he would want you to wear? Why are you still talking to that girl that you've been best friends with your entire life because they're not good for you? 

You are literally questioning everything you have become over your lifetime!

Now whether you ended up marrying this person or not, you're now at the point where there are kids involved. 

Now you are financially dependent on this person whether you like it or not. You have no choice. It's like there are claws embedded in every single part of your life. 

Here's the tricky thing about it though:

This guy that has taken over your life could be any type of person. He could be an addict, or a narcissist, or someone that has mental instability that he's been hiding from you and he decided to stop taking his medication without telling you that you didn't even know he was taking to begin with! It could be any number of things!

But here you are, too scared to leave and terrified to stay. You've lost almost every single one of your friends and support system. You're exhausted because you feel like you are the only one that's able to take care of your kids.

Mental and physical abuse may be part of your life now. Is this affecting your kids as well? What are you doing now?

This happens to the thousands and thousands of women everyday. You could be at grocery store and walk past someone in your exact situation and not even know it.

We've all seen commercials about how to get out of these situations and relationships, but something deep inside says that that's just not you. So you choose to stay.

I raised my son on my own because his father suffered from mental illness and spent most of his adulthood in prison or on the run. I could see it every time he tried to show up and manipulate my son and everyone around him, and I always hoped he would change. I still hope that one day he will. But logically I know better. 

I cry for friends that are being abused and are too scared to leave. I praise God for the strength he gave my friends that did leave those vicious situations, yet they're still fighting the aftermath day in and day out. I see kids being affected be the terror of these situations, mine included, and I beg women to understand the long-lasting effects it can have. I have them myself from my own parent's toxic relationship.

There are so many organizations that exist primarily to help women get out of abusive relationships with or without children just to start over. There are women that leave with absolutely nothing and have to start completely from scratch and they do it. Lord knows it takes a lot of courage but they do.
So here's where I reach the point where I get stuck. I can't rescue them. I can't save them. I can tell them all the right things and be as encouraging as I can, but when it all comes down to it... I have no control over it. They have to fight this battle on their own.

For those seeking resources:

Sleep Deprived Mom

I can't even tell you how many articles and blog posts I've read about how to utilize your time as a mom so you can get enough sleep. I've decided it's all crap. Once you first hold that kid in your arms, it's over.
Babies of course have the worst schedules, so you're up every few hours for feedings and random noises that wake you up. For those of you that have had a baby with health issues, such as colic (Colic is a condition where there are repeated bouts of excessive crying in a baby who is otherwise healthy. The definition doctors use is: a baby crying for more than three hours a day, for more than three days a week, for at least one week.), know that it's very possible to lose your sanity without a few hours of sleep.

Toddlers... why do their brains work so hard at night?! I mean, really? Night terrors gave ME night terrors. The minute you hear that blood curdling scream it's like you're on adrenaline overload. First you are running to the child that isn't even awake enough to tell you what's wrong with them. Then you are trying to calm the screaming down any way that could possibly work (all the while realizing that you really need to pee).
Moms, it doesn't stop there. You will never nap again. There is always going to be something. A child getting into trouble while you close your eyes for a few minutes is the least of your concerns.
I have a sleepwalker/sleep-talker and and a 2 am potty break queen that doesn't get up. She just starts crying until I escort her sleeping self to the bathroom. That's just me, and I thank God that I'm a light sleeper after catching my son walking out the front door at 1 am.
And then comes the hormonal preteen. They stay up late, over thinking things and start taking naps at odd hours all over again, so they think it's perfectly normal to wake you up to ask you a random question about why they need new clothes after you've been asleep for 30 minutes.
Teenagers... looking back and remembering that I used to be one, I've decided I'm never going to sleep again. Teens are getting so creative these days as far as getting out at night and getting in to some sort of trouble whether we know it or not. Remember those jerks that almost smashed your car and you couldn't help but want to choke them and wonder who let them pass drivers ed? Yeah, that's going to be your kid. I literally have no advice. I think about all of the things I remember doing as a teen, the insane things my classmates did, and the horrifying things I hear the "good kids" are doing... I find myself researching boarding schools and high-tech home security systems, right along with animal-type tracking implants with heart monitors and stuff that hasn't been invented yet.
I've reached the point that I can no longer contemplate my children going off to college so I'll end on this note: I'll sleep when I'm dead.

Where do you draw the line? Kid Model VS Victim

As a photographer, I've had some pretty insane requests. People will ask you to make them look 20 years younger or 50 lbs lighter, to which I kindly reply, "I will try." It's when the requests regarding children is where I, as the photographer, will gladly draw the line.

Photo Courtesy: polkaphotos.com

Not too long ago I had an 18 year old give me a call requesting boudoir pictures. The first thing she asked when I answered the phone was, "How much does it cost to have boudoir portraits taken?"
Before you start flipping out, I don't take boudoir pictures. I just don't. But as a mom, I just couldn't resist asking her some questions. She sounded so young on the phone that I just let it all out.
1. How did you hear about me? A: I looked up a photographer online.
2. Did my online listing say that I did that type of session? A: I don't know.
3. Why are you wanting to do a boudoir session? A: I thought it'd be cool.
4. How old are you? A: I just turned 18. 
If I could have reached through the phone and put her in a choke hold, I probably would have. I then gave her the talk. By talk, I mean... Areyoufreakingcrazy? You'rejustcallinganyphotographer? Areyoucheckingforreferences? Doyourealizethosepictureswillexistforever? Areyoutryingtogiveyourmotheraheartattack?
I made her swear she wouldn't do it... but had her crying by the end of the call.
This brings me to my topic: Where do you draw the line?

Photo Courtesy: Maaji Swimwear

I absolutely will NOT take pictures of a child wearing make-up or skimpy clothing. Yes, I will tell a teenage girl that I won't take a picture of her in semi-revealing tankini. Sure, I'll set up a hair stylist to make a little girl look perky and fun. I'll gladly have a stylist create a unique up-do for senior pictures. I will not take pictures of a 7 year old girl in a bikini and makeup.
After seeing some extremely "inappropriate" pictures lately, I can't help but wonder who draws the line and where?
First you have the parents that think, "Oh my gosh! My baby is going to be modeling and will be in BLABLABLA magazine!" Then you have the photographer that's MAYBE thinking, "Whatever these magazine folks want, because I have bills to pay." But then you have to think about the magazines and websites that might or might not be advertising a product. Who are they marketing to?! Is my daughter going online to pick out a $70 bikini? Um... no. Are they marketing to moms that are keeping up with the Kardashians? Who had the genius idea to put a little girl on a magazine page with enough make-up to cause early onset acne and style her like a covergirl?
It's not the playing dress-up that's bothering me. It's not even (maybe a little) the posing like a pin-up model. What's bothering me is that somehow these pictures are going in magazines to be handed out for whatever reason... and it's almost exactly what some pedophiles are being arrested for having saved on their hard drive at home. Don't get me wrong. There's definitely a nudity line (not a strong enough line). Where do you draw the line with everything else? Why can't we let a kid be a kid and not dress them up like "Barbie dolls" when you can go buy a doll at the store? Grow up folks! It's not cute or sweet. It's not even art. It's wrong.

My long story... shorter.

Go ahead. Take a look back at your early twenties when you could go out with friends, stay up all night, go on a midnight run to the grocery store for ice cream… ahhh, wasn’t that nice? I didn’t have that. I was one of those girls that got pregnant at 19 years old. I remember all of the comments from friends and family regarding my options. As a hot political topic, I’m not going there. I’ll just tell you that I was a mom by 20 years old. I went through pregnancy like a “champ” meaning- I was throwing up the entire time. My son came into this world swinging. He was so tiny, jaundice and other things kept him in the ICU for 2 weeks. I sat there by his side alone, with few visitors to check on us. He came home with what some moms know as “cholic” and I only know as the end of sleep as I knew it. I thought I was going to completely lose my mind. I called a “mommy” neighbor at one point just begging her to get him to stop crying. His father went POOF!

Let’s walk a few years down the road, a few random jobs later, and WOW! Meet my new dream-come-true. What a perfect guy! He’ll be a great father to my son. I can’t even tell you how many times I heard “Oops, I did it again” in my head those first few months of hanging my head over the toilet or nearest trash can. Don’t get me wrong, this guy really tried. But let’s be honest, not many guys in their early twenties want a ready-made family.

I packed what I could fit in my car, and drove 5 states over to my mom. I needed help. She was the one that took me to the hospital when I went into labor a month early. She was the one that carried my sleeping son out of the delivery room as I brought my sweet little girl into the world. My daughter is the fighter in this family. She wasn’t even 5 lbs when I brought her home. Just to brag, I drove myself home from the hospital and picked up my son from school on the way.

From then on, I truly recognized that I was a single mom of two children. I had to get my act together! My mom helped when she could, but I was back to finding my career as soon as my daughter was old enough for child care. So I did. I went from the bottom of the totem pole to bursting at the seams with creativity. I had a house, a career, a car with a nice crack in the windshield… I did it. I was doing what every single mom could hope for, right up to the day that I realized those random headaches I was having decided to stick around.

Within 3 months of seeing a neurologist to my pre-operation MRI, my brain tumor had doubled in size. I had to update my Last Will and Testament, make plans for my children if I landed in that worst case scenario, and take time to write letters to my young children. There’s something in writing a letter to your own child that can either rip you to shreds… or make you leave that hospital as soon as possible. So, I went with the second option. To the astonishment of friends and family, and complete strangers for that matter, I left the hospital after having a tumor removed from the center of my head after only 3 days. My mom drove me home that day. That was 8 months ago. I didn’t tell my kids why I was having surgery and that it wasn’t that serious. “Mommy will be just fine.” My sisters were all there for me during that crucial time, older themselves, taking on the responsibilities of parenting my kids.

I have faced some pretty serious situations over the last 11 years. I’m 31 years old now, with an 11 year old son and 6 year old daughter! I thought I had this down pat. I can handle anything thrown my way! That all ended the moment my dear son asked me the words I never thought I’d hear. “Mommy, why don’t I have a real dad? Why can’t I have a dad?” WHAM! Instantaneous migraine with a huge side of heartache.

How do you respond to questions like that? I could play the jealous card with, “Aren’t I enough?” or I could play the “Maybe one of these days…” I could have even said, “There are so many other kids without dads, and you’ll be just fine.” Silence. I sat there on my bed with my son staring at me with questioning hazel eyes and I couldn’t spit out one word that could even begin to comfort him in the way he could understand or deserved for that matter.

Since I heard those questions, and after a long hug to tell him goodnight, I have done nothing but reach out to other moms for advice. I have come full circle with the knowledge that I don’t know a single person that has a child without a father or father figure. I know they exist, but I just don’t know one.

I am now the single mom that can’t fix everything. I don’t have the answer, or even a smart comeback, to everything. So, here are two questions for you to contemplate on for a while:

• What would you tell an 11 year old boy after he asks for a dad? 
• When your children are grown and on their own, and you end up married to a wonderful husband, will you still consider yourself as a single mom?