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How hockey helped me heal from an abusive relationship

I was almost five years into an abusive relationship, and at best, I was bereft of both self-esteem and hope. The good news is that a month and a half later, I finally got up enough courage to leave. At the time, I thought it was a temporary measure to help him realize that what he was doing was wrong. But it turned into a journey of recovery and self-discovery that I'm still taking today. None of it has been easy, but a lot of that journey has been aided by playing hockey…

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