One day when we were all in the car, he began yelling vile, disgusting things about me to our children. At this moment, I prayed for a way out. The yelling turned physical, scaring our children once again. My 10-year-old made a sign that read “Please Help” and put it in the rear windshield. Soon after, the police pulled us over. The police made him leave, and this was our opportunity to leave. We never returned to our house. We got on the first train out of the city, which took us to St. Louis. It wasn’t until we arrived in St. Louis that I noticed how the violence had affected my children. They were not the carefree, loving children they once were. They fell behind in school due to their depression and anxiety. After staying in a shelter, we came to Lydia’s House. Our time at Lydia’s House has given us the privacy of living alone as a family, while providing support through our healing, every step of the way. Lydia’s House provided my family with the opportunity to restructure our lives, safely and effectively. With the help from the advocates at Lydia’s House, my children are now thriving and outgoing as they once were. I was able to find a part-time job that eventually turned into a great career. Our new life would not have been possible without the help from Lydia’s House. Thank you!