Stories of Hope

“I was physically and verbally assaulted by my partner and my 10-year-old son witnessed the abuse. I never felt comfortable talking about it to anyone. It was only when I found the JBWS support group that I first began to slowly open up. Knowing that I was not alone and other women were in my same shoes, gave me hope.”

“The fights with my mom and Dad were getting bad. I remember coming out of my bedroom and seeing my mom bleeding from her nose and mouth. I was in shock. I jumped out of the window and ran to a neighbor’s house to call the police.

I was nine years old when I lived at the JBWS safe house with my mother. Although I don’t remember how long we stayed, I do remember how it felt. I was happy. I played in the backyard without having to worry if my mom was safe. I was happy during school because I knew at the end of the day I was going home to a safe place.”

“Two days before Christmas, he put his hands around my neck and threatened to kill me if I ever tried to leave. Things escalated quickly. Our son was crying and hiding under the covers in his bedroom and shouting, ‘STOP!’ I knew I needed to get us to safety.

The police arrived and took us to the station where I met a volunteer JBWS Crisis Response Team member. Thanks to JBWS, I finally got the support I needed. I took a journey through life that I never thought I could. Today, I am stronger and more confident.”


“Where there’s hope, there’s life. It fills us with fresh courage & makes us strong again.”

-Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl