The Struggle for Justice: A Personal Account of Injustice and Survival

Since the 25th of February 2025, my life has been a battle for survival—not just on the streets of Winchester, but in the very systems that are supposed to protect my rights. As I write this, I have spent five nights outside, with no shelter, no safe place to call home. I have faced each night with the brutal cold of the streets and the crushing weight of a legal system that has failed me at every turn.

What led me here? A series of injustices, including a wrongful eviction from the home I legally own. My ex-husband—who has financially and emotionally abused me for years—has been granted the right to sell the property that I’ve paid for on my own, without any financial assistance. The eviction process was carried out on the 25th of February, and despite my legal rights, I was never properly served with the eviction notice. This lack of due process has left me with no ability to defend myself, no opportunity to present my case in full. As a result, I have been forced out of the very place I’ve worked tirelessly to maintain, with nowhere to turn.

The trauma of this situation has only deepened my struggle. I’ve been diagnosed with PTSD, anxiety, and depression, conditions that have worsened due to the stress and hardship I’ve endured. These mental health struggles are not just a part of my past—they are a direct result of the abuse I’ve suffered and the ongoing injustice I face. I’ve been under the care of Dr. Reed, who has been treating me for these conditions, and I’ve submitted letters to the court outlining the impact this has had on my mental and physical health. But my cries for justice have gone unheard.

What’s more, the courts have ignored the most crucial parts of my case: the financial abuse and coercive control that my ex-husband inflicted upon me during our marriage. The financial and emotional manipulation has directly affected my ability to maintain stability. This is not just a matter of property or finances—it’s about my very ability to survive.

For over six years, I paid the mortgage alone, kept the house maintained, and continued to build a life. Despite this, my ex-husband’s fraudulent claims and hidden assets—such as his undisclosed cryptocurrency holdings, a company worth millions, and a pension pot that wasn’t disclosed—have been ignored by the courts. I’ve been subjected to the trauma of coercive control, which has greatly impacted my ability to manage my finances, seek assistance, and even defend myself in legal proceedings.

Even after filing an emergency injunction application, the courts have yet to intervene. I’ve requested that the eviction be halted and the sale of my home be stayed until the case can be fully reviewed, but I am left waiting for a response. With each passing day, I sink further into despair, questioning how such a system can disregard the rights of a person in such dire circumstances.

However, amidst this sea of adversity, I encountered a glimmer of kindness that renewed my faith in humanity. This morning, I walked into Costa, seeking warmth and a moment of reprieve from the freezing streets. I was unable to pay for the Americano I had ordered, and just as I was about to walk away, the barista smiled and said, “It’s on the house today.”

It was a small gesture, but it meant everything to me. It reminded me that kindness still exists in this world, even in the face of overwhelming injustice. And it was that brief moment of kindness that gave me the strength to keep going.

Right now, I am still on the streets—sleeping on benches, on pavements, and in doorways, struggling to stay warm, stay safe, and stay strong. My battle for justice is far from over, and I will continue to fight until my case is fully heard, until the courts step in to protect my rights, and until I am able to return to the home I’ve fought so hard to maintain.

The road ahead is uncertain, but I am determined. I am determined to see justice served, not just for me but for anyone who has been wronged by a system that was supposed to protect them.