This February, I will make my steps matter by walking 56 Miles for Refuge.

Over 20 years ago, I packed a few black rubbish bags and went into hiding with my two sons to flee from domestic violence.

We were supported by a women’s refuge — a place that quite literally helped hold us together — until I was no longer scared to face him.

And when that day came, I realised something powerful: he never truly had power over me. What I had lived through was largely mental and emotional abuse, and once I saw it clearly, its grip began to loosen.

Today, I am safe. I am strong. And I am standing.

So now, once again, I will be walking — this time not in fear, but in gratitude and purpose — to raise money for the very refuges that help women and children find safety, courage, and a new beginning.

No one should have to walk this road alone. 🩷