What changed me greatly was the great love that happened to me after my ex-husband beat me up and threw me out of the house one day. For many years, I believed that we would finally be able to communicate on a different level, where I would finally feel heard, and many times I endured much smaller humiliations in the name of something I saw then as love. As I walked with my suitcase that evening, the last time I saw what I had left behind, I knew I would never return. And that I never wanted to be treated that way again. What happened next was a massive identity crisis, where everything I had and who I was ceased to exist. I only knew that I was nothing to anyone. And I know I wouldn't have survived it if love hadn't appeared in my heart amidst all of this, started talking to me, slowly pulling me out of the thing that had opened up in my mind and wanted to drag me forever into oblivion of ever existing. I know that's when I started to transform from a naive girl into a woman who sees more.