I remember that night very clearly. Hands around my neck, eyes unable to register with mine. I was staring a demon in the face, and at that moment he wanted to take my life away. It was clear to me that maybe I had made the wrong decisions in life and this was my consequence. Life isn’t all about second chances, but I was given one that night. Someone or something intervened, and I was left alone, crying, feeling sorry for myself that I had ended up in this position. Just another statistic, I was sulking in my own depression for quite sometime. Then a bell rang inside me. I had been given a SECOND CHANCE! I was still alive, and instead of staying in pity, I moved to an understanding that I could learn from this. I could grow from this. I could move on from this. Most importantly, I can help someone to avoid staying in an abusive relationship. There are so many horrible things going on in my own country, in my own city, but it starts with the individual. We need to recognize our own selves, and be aware of our own desires and motives towards others. This is how we heal and unite. Take the opportunities given to us for the benefit of helping another. I am thankful for my darkest experiences, it has made me who I am today.