A Journal of Abuse … and why did I need to read it?

Photo courtesy of Canva

It happened while I was rummaging through papers in search of my birth certificate, divorce decree and social security card. Normally these items were stored in a spot easily found. And they were … sort of.

You see, I’ve been somewhat of a nomad since 2017, when I left a senior administrative position with a large police department, and set out with my significant other to…