I contemplate the view as I sit in the heart of Central Park and recall how everything that I have now was once only a dream.
I longed for this life when I was locked in an abusive marriage. I longed for a pain-free life. Despite the enduring internal pain and trauma, I persisted in telling myself that my life would get better and that my son and I would move somewhere far away from our past.
I would visualize myself strolling through Central Park and Manhattan, just as the actors and actresses did in the movies. I genuinely believed that one day the universe would manifest my…
