Indie Chicks: Knight In Shining Armor

As you all know, I was invited to be a part of a very special project called the Indie Chicks.  It’s an anthology of true inspirational stories from 25 female indie authors (as well as a sample of one of each woman’s books).  As if that weren’t cool enough, all the proceeds (and I mean ever last penny) are being donated to the Susan G. Komen Foundation to help support their search for the cure to breast cancer.

(Okay, technically “Save the Tatas” is a different group, but I like the banner, okay?)

Each week one of the Indie Chicks (and her story) will be featured across all our websites.  This first week, it’s my turn.

I want to thank all the Indie Chicks for hosting me throughout this week.  I feel very honored (and a little freaked out) to be the first one out of the gate.  I won’t play favorites, but I do want to point out this particularly AWESOME post from Christine DeMaio-Rice on What To Wear To the Apocalypse.  I had a ridiculous amount of fun putting Rain Mauri’s outfit and fashion bio together.

Below is my story from Indie Chicks.  It’s not quite my usual brand of snarky humor.  Instead, it is my own true story.  It wasn’t an easy one to write.  It was even harder to live.  I hope my story inspires someone else to be her (or his) own hero.

Knight in Shining Armor

by Shéa MacLeod


It’s strange how long a bruise can last. 

Long after the physical evidence is gone, the muscles remember.  A raised hand or an angry voice, and the body flinches away.  The mind tries to forget, bury the pain deep … but the scars are forever.

It didn’t start that way, of course.  He said all the right things.  Did all the right things.  When I was sick he took care of me.  When my car broke down he fixed it.  I thought I’d finally found my knight in shining armor. 

What I’d found was a nightmare.  The minute I was hooked, everything changed.  It started with the name calling, the blame, the bouts of rage.  As time passed, he turned increasingly violent.  It was always my fault.  I was useless.  I’d never be anything.  Do anything.  Accomplish anything. 

If I tried to fight him, he threatened to destroy everyone I loved.  To ruin their lives.  Stupidly, I believed him.

He was always sorry after.

You might ask why I didn’t leave.  It’s a fair question.  But until you’ve been there, until you’ve lived through that, you have no idea how messed up a woman’s head gets when she has to live through that day after day.  There is no such thing as confidence, self-esteem.  You learn to live with the overwhelming conviction that this is all there is.  You have nowhere else to go. 

That’s the very worst part of abuse.  Beyond the bruises and the emotional scars.  The absolute knowledge that this is the way you will live.  And most likely the way you will die.  You don’t deserve anything else.

In a way, I was lucky.  I had something else.  A secret weapon, if you will.  I just had no idea back then how powerful that weapon was.

I could write.

All through those nightmare years I wrote.  Not about what I was living through, but about something else.  An imaginary world where I would escape, where I was strong.  A place where I kicked bad guy ass.  A place where I was my own hero.

Prophetic?  Perhaps. 

The writing kept a spark of something alive in me.  My soul?  Hope?  Who knows.  But one day, that tiny spark of something flared up.  I couldn’t take another minute.

I had nothing.  No money.  Nowhere to go.  But I walked out that door and never looked back. 

Nobody rode in on a white horse to save me.  I saved myself.

It was a very long uphill struggle to get healthy again, but through it all I kept writing.  Writing had always been my passion, now it was my salvation, too.

Through writing I regained my sense of self.  I grew strong.  Stronger than I ever had been before.  Words poured from me as my mind and body healed itself.  Slowly but surely I recovered.

It’s nine years later and that life seems like a distant nightmare.  The woman I was then could never have dreamed of the life I am living today.

The writing has never stopped.  It just moved with me, changing zip codes.  I now write in a sunny room in a Georgian townhouse in London, England.  I have self published two novels and am about to publish the third.  My stories, while sometimes holding a dark edge, are still full of hope and my readers love them.  I am now selling enough that I can stay at home and write full time.  I made my dreams a reality.

Guess what?

You can, too.

The day I walked out of that abusive relationship was the day I became my own hero.  That one action changed everything.

If you or someone you know is in an abusive relationship, please visit the Hot Peach Pages for a list of agencies all over the world who help women living in domestic violence. 

No woman deserves to be abused and mistreated.  It’s time to say NO to violence.

It’s time to be your own hero.

“This is one story from Indie Chicks: 25 Women 25 Personal Stories available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. To read all of the stories, buy your copy today. Also included are sneak peeks into 25 novels! My novel, DRAGON WARRIOR, is one of the novels featured. All proceeds from the Indie Chicks anthology go to the Susan G. Komen Foundation for Breast Cancer.”

Indie Chicks is available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

Check out the Indie Chicks Page on Facebook.

17 thoughts on “Indie Chicks: Knight In Shining Armor

  1. Firstly, congrats Shea, on being the first and showing we Indie Chicks how to do it and secondly love the idea of putting the wardrobe together… what a unique and fun idea!

  2. Love the story, Shea, intense and compelling. Also love the Komen Foundation, my wife and I are big supporters of them and what you and the Indie Chicks are doing is simply phenomenal! Kudos to all of you 🙂

  3. Another thing we (sadly) have in common. I am in debt to my local Women’s Shelter. It was a process, in and out, trying to leave. They were patient and never gave up on me, and eventually, I was able to leave that part of my life behind me. ❤ I evenentually found *true love*, as well–but I had to be at the place where I was no longer vulnerable to abuse, first–and that's a mountain that isn't climbed in a day. Anybody reading this, who finds yourself in these same shoes, don't give up. You'll get there. ❤

    1. Couldn’t have said it better myself! It’s taken several years to get to the place where I’m no longer vulnerable. And not only that, where I have the strength to actually help others in the same place I was.

      I’m so happy you found your own inner Knight. Rock on, girl.

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