About me

I'm Sarrah, born raised and living in Belgium with my partner, two kids and dog. I'm into power lifting, but not as a professional, just because I like it. I put a lot of attention to physical health as well as to mental health. This for myself, but definitely also for my children.

My story starts on February 17 1990 where I was the first born to my mother and father. In 1993 I got a sister. Even though not yet that old, my story already has had some bumps and misfortune along the years.

I will not bore you with a lengthy story, but just give the 'highlights' to what made me me.

In 1995 I lost my father due to Hodgkin (cancer). My life took a whole turn since then. The bound I had with my mother was no more and it turned into a highly conditional upbringing where I also continuously was mocked, ridiculed and belittled. It went on throughout the years and has never changed. The childhood trauma that it cost me, still plays a part in my life.

In 2003 I lost my paternal grandmother. She collapsed while she was attending an athletics competition of mine. She died instantly. A year later my paternal grandfather committed euthanasia as he had been declared terminal with cancer. Unfortunately it doesn't stop there. In 2005, again just a year later, I myself was diagnosed with Hodgkin. The same my father had, but this at the age of 15. I went through chemo for one year. I lost a year of my teenage years and never had that 'sweet sixteen' feel as I went, mentally, from 15 to adult. Along the process of returning back to my life of a teenager after my treatment, my best friend of 12 years ghosted me without explanation.

In December 2006 I went to India for the first time, as a tourist.

After my high school graduation and a few study attempts later, I returned to India as a volunteer. I lost my heart to India and didn't want to return to Belgium, but I had to. I returned and had to live at my mother's again due to a breakup with my then boyfriend. I got into a severe depression, and since the bone with my mother wasn’t good, it 

 didn't do any good to my mental state. I decided to move out and without explanation my sister ghosted me. 

In February 2013 I returned to India for good. Once a while I needed to go to Belgium for visa issues. At my mother's I wasn't welcome anymore thus my stay would always be at my maternal grandparents.

In 2015 I met my ex-husband in India. In 2017 we married to Indian customs and life was a bliss. Until I was about to give birth to our first child at the end of 2017 (I got pregnant after our marriage ;) ). My ex-husband started to act different. He wasted money on partying, and started drinking. We decided to move to Belgium where we continued our married life. It wasn't a bliss anymore. He was barely home (either working or partying), he drank also at home now and I came to know he cheated on me a few times.

In 2019, 4 months pregnant from our 2nd child, he threatened me and our son. I ran away and took refuge at the only place I had left: my mother's. Since that wasn't a permanent solution, I gave my ex-husband another chance. His behaviour didn't change, but the kids were safe. My mental health wasn't safe because I didn't have any support from him, nor understanding and was getting belittled and scolded for the least.

A big bomb exploded at the end of 2021. I gathered all my strength to tell him I wasn't happy anymore in our relationship (believe me I had tried over the years to tell him what bothered me, but it was always only my  fault). He wasn't happy with that answer and the argument turned out to him attacking me. Fortunately the kids weren't home that night. Police interference and that was the last day of our marriage. With my children I again had to take refuge at my mother's, but planned and searched everything to leave. I was at the time studying full-time. I left my study and started working as a teacher. In the hope I would have funds to rent a small place where I could live with my kids. My ex would keep bothering me. The kids full-time staying with me.

During all this I met my now fiancé. The complete opposite of any person I've ever met. Without a blink he took my children under his wings when we decided to start a relationship. He is an awesome plus-dad and an awesome partner.

After years of mental abuse, I finally felt loved, cared for and supported.

I finally had the mental power to stand up against my mother and break all contact with her. This unfortunately is an ongoing story as there are grandparental laws at place. Yet, I don't despair and will fight for my kids' mental and physical health no matter which challenge is thrown at me.

In October 2023 I proposed my partner, and we will get married in June 2025. My life is finally falling in its place.