I was born into a world that taught me how to stay silent. A world where bruises were hidden beneath smiles, where pain was disguised as loyalty, and where a woman’s voice was never meant to echo beyond her home.
I am a British Indian woman — shaped by two cultures, yet belonging fully to neither. Loved when I obeyed, punished when I dared to exist. I was told to endure, not escape. To forgive, not fight back. To smile, even when my soul was bleeding.
Behind closed doors, love became violence. Trust became a weapon.
The hands that once promised safety became the hands that destroyed me. Every “I’m sorry” was another wound that never healed. Every night became a battlefield of tears and silence.
I was violated in ways no one should ever be. My spirit was crushed, my body betrayed, my voice buried beneath the weight of fear and shame. And still … I woke up each morning, painted my face with strength, and pretended I was fine — because that’s what women like me are taught to do.
The world saw a confident smile, but inside was a girl drowning quietly in her own darkness. They called me lucky. They called me loved. But I was neither. I was surviving in plain sight.
This is not a story written for sympathy. It is my confession, my resurrection, my truth. It is what happens when the world breaks you and you crawl back from the ashes with trembling hands and a bleeding heart — still breathing, still standing.
I survived the abuse.
I survived the silence.
I survived them.
This isn’t just my story — it’s a mirror for every woman who has ever whispered to herself in the dark, “Please, let me make it through one more night.”
Welcome to iSurvived.one — where pain finds its voice, and survival becomes art.
iSurvived was born from my own journey through domestic violence and deep despair. There was a time when I felt completely alone, lost in pain, and without anyone to turn to. I reached a point where I no longer wanted to go on, but in time, I found the strength to keep living — and a purpose in helping others. In 2011 iSurvived was born, self created, self funded, I began meeting others who had suffered in so many ways — through family, friends, community, and culture, realising there are more people out there struggling — and I supported them however I could: with food, a hug, or simply listening. I never want anyone to suffer in silence or feel the loneliness I once did. What began as one person reaching out has grown into a quiet ripple of hope, compassion, and connection
