The ladder out of despair

There I was driving down a country road in my old Volkswagen Beetle with my two little girls in the back seat (so they wouldn't see me crying), two paper bags of clothes in the front seat, six dollars in my pocket, and no place to go. We were homeless. I came to an intersection and stopped—and didn't know which way to turn.

I had just left an abusive marriage. There had been physical and verbal abuse for many years. I felt exhausted, hurt, confused, and very depressed. The huge responsibility of raising these children alone swept over me. I felt I wasn't capable of even taking care of myself anymore.

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