Domestic abuse doesn’t always fit the media stereotype. Here, Taz Thornton relives some of her own experiences, with the aim of encouraging others to seek help and to show there’s always hope. — I REMEMBER the weight, pushing me down. I remember the pillow on my face — no longer a comfortable support, but suffocating and rough. Above all else, I remember the voice coming from above me, behind me, telling me the more I struggled, the worse my ordeal would become.