How many of you have books signed by me that read, “Keep Moving Forward”? It’s been my hope since I sat down to write Leaving Dorian that women would understand that they didn’t have to die at the hands of men who claimed to love them.

Leaving an abuser is tough, but staying gone can be even tougher. Fear of the unknown can sometimes lead us to run back to the familiar, even when we know that it’s not only not where we belong, but potentially dangerous, as well.

We’re Not Going Back  is more than a slogan; it’s an imperative. We know what we’ve left behind. The lies and empty promises. The disregard for our bodily autonomy. The gaslighting. The never-ending drama. The embarrassment. The fear. And the very real danger that’s in store for *many* of us, if we allow him to once again take control.

We may not know what our future holds if we choose her, but we damn sure know what it holds if we go back to him.

Keep hope alive. Keep moving forward.

We’re Not Going Back.