KENYA: What I did let Go was not a loss. It was the Doorway.

About this Story

This story was first published on the World Pulse platform and is shared here through a collaboration between World Pulse and Imaara Survivor Support Foundation. As part of Imaara’s Project Tell-Tale initiative, selected stories from World Pulse are being cross-posted to amplify survivor voices and strengthen conversations around gender-based violence.

The story was submitted in response to a call for stories connected to the 16 Days of Activism against Gender-Based Violence (2025), inviting survivors, advocates, and allies to share lived experiences, reflections, and pathways toward justice and healing.

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By: Gladys

(The author has chosen to be identified in this publication)

What I Let Go Of Was Not a Loss. It Was the Doorway.

Here is a quiet truth no one says out loud:

The woman who has the strength to walk away from the man she wanted the most is standing at the edge of a better life.

I did not leave because I stopped loving him.

I left because loving him was destroying me.

When I married the father of my children, I believed in family, in loyalty, in sacrifice. I believed that if I tried harder, stayed quieter, loved deeper, things would change. I believed that endurance was strength. I believed that marriage meant swallowing pain and calling it patience.

But what no one prepared me for was how violence can be invisible.

There were no bruises for the world to see.

But there were words that cut.

There was control that tightened.

There was fear that settled into my chest and made a home there.

Slowly, I disappeared inside that marriage.

I was emotionally drained from being blamed for everything.

Mentally exhausted from walking on eggshells.

Financially weakened from being made small and dependent.

I learned to measure my words.

I learned to shrink my needs.

I learned to apologize for breathing too loudly.

And still, it was never enough.

The man I loved became the man I feared.

Not because he hit me —

but because he broke me in ways no one could see.

The worst part of gender-based violence in marriage is that it doesn’t always look like violence. Sometimes it looks like silence. Sometimes it looks like shame. Sometimes it looks like staying because you have children and nowhere to go.

I stayed longer than I should have.

Not because it was easy.

Not because I stopped caring.

But because I did not yet know how to choose myself.

I told myself I was strong.

But I was actually surviving.

Every day, I woke up feeling like I was failing — as a wife, as a woman, as a mother. I carried the weight of a broken relationship and the responsibility of children who needed peace, while I had none.

Inside, I was tired.

Tired of explaining.

Tired of hoping.

Tired of waiting for change that never came.

The turning point did not come with a dramatic fight.

It came with exhaustion.

One day, I looked at myself and did not recognize the woman in the mirror. Her eyes were dull. Her voice was quiet. Her dreams were locked away.

That was the day I realized:

If I stayed, my children would grow up thinking this was love.

And I could not teach them that.

Leaving was not brave.

It was terrifying.

I walked away from the man I wanted most —

but also from the man who was breaking me.

I walked into uncertainty with shaking hands and a heavy heart.

I walked into judgment.

I walked into loneliness.

But I also walked into truth.

This is the season where chasing ends.

Where peace becomes normal.

Where what once felt out of reach begins to meet you naturally.

When I left, I did not feel victorious.

I felt empty.

But slowly, I began to breathe again.

I started hearing my own thoughts.

I started trusting my own voice.

I started remembering who I was before fear became my language.

What I let go of was not a loss.

It was the doorway.

The doorway to safety.

The doorway to dignity.

The doorway to a future where my children would see their mother whole, not hollow.

Gender-based violence in marriage does not always scream.

Sometimes it whispers until you forget who you are.

And many women stay because they fear starting over.

They fear poverty.

They fear being judged.

They fear raising children alone.

They fear that no one will believe them.

I share my story because I know I am not alone.

Somewhere, another woman is reading this while pretending everything is fine.

Somewhere, another woman is carrying shame that does not belong to her.

Somewhere, another woman is being told to “be patient” while she is being erased.

To her, I say:

You are not weak for staying.

But you are powerful for choosing peace.

I did not leave because I hated him.

I left because I loved myself and my children enough to stop dying slowly.

This story is not about revenge.

It is about survival.

It is about reclaiming dignity.

It is about mental and emotional freedom.

And today, I stand at the edge of a better life.

Strong Ending:

For fifteen years, I have raised my two children alone.

Fifteen years of choosing courage when I was afraid.

Fifteen years of becoming both mother and father, protector and provider, healer and teacher.

There were nights I cried after they slept.

Days I did not know where the next school fee would come from.

Moments I wanted to give up but could not, because two lives depended on me standing.

Single motherhood was not my plan.

But strength became my inheritance.

Through every struggle, I learned that survival can become purpose.

Pain can become wisdom.

And brokenness can become leadership.

Today, I am not the woman who was silenced by fear.

I am the woman who built a life from ashes.

I am the woman who stayed standing when everything fell apart.

I did not just leave violence

I built peace.

And if my story reaches even one woman who feels trapped, then my years of struggle were not in vain.

Because what I let go of was not a loss.

It was the doorway.

And on the other side, I found myself. Ladies hope you get encouraged this is my true life story and am not ok but it was worth it for the sake of my 2 teenage kids.i will do it again if need arise.

your: Gladys.