The court process is not quick. In fact, the wheels of justice turn very slowly. Just when you think that you’re moving forward, something else will halt the process. It is very frustrating and exhausting. This poem reflects how I felt during my five months in court.
I never expected that being a victim of a crime (or in our case, advocating on behalf of a juvenile victim, my daughter) would be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to endure in my lifetime. To that point in time, I had survived my own painful divorce as well as the highly traumatic divorce …