Posted by Julie Youdovin
I love the idea of Chanukkah. It’s a celebration, a real festival with candles and games and delicious food. In the days when the sun is down before the evening commute, we tell our story of hope and rededication. We hold the light for ourselves and for each other as night falls earlier and earlier.
But there are those in our community who live throughout the year with the darkness and silence that comes with domestic abuse. Some abuse survivors are living in terrible situations without access to money or support or safe space. Some are so frightened that they don’t dare speak their truth out loud. Some have already lost nearly everything, deeply scarred not only from violence in some cases, but also from lengthy custody battles and exhausting days in court.