Monica M. Medina (M.M.M.) is 28, born & raised in Illinois where she completed her undergraduate in Psychology at Northern Illinois University. A field she was driven to pursue after her 45 year old mother’s life was suddenly taken in May 2009 when trying to flee from her abuser & a life of domestic violence.
Monica eagerly & intentionally left winters behind forever & moved to the West Coast of Florida in 2014. She is an author, personal trainer, health enthusiast, adventure seeker & writer at Venice Gulf Coast Living Magazine. No longer does she believe in living more than 15 minutes away from the ocean.  
In her debut book, The Third Return A Memoir, she captures, with explicit detail, 17 years of household abuse. Her story reveals emotional conflict between love and hate for an abuser, the struggle to keep a relationship between the abuser and the victim, finding strength after grief, overcoming the unexpected,  creating peace and  how to shed deep scars. 
Her experiences are meant to inspire & remind every soul that …

You are a Beautiful Life

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May 2009

16 thoughts on “Bio

  1. Pretty great post. I just stumbled upon your blog and wanted to say that I have really loved browsing your weblog posts. After all I will be subscribing to your feed and I am hoping you write again soon!


    1. Thank you, I appreciate that. The loss will always bring heartache, but I’m more focused & interested on the good that has come from those years since; which is helping others realize they possess a beautiful life. Will definitely keep writing, you do the same! And thank you for visiting!

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  2. So good to bring more light into this issue. Children often are the forgotten or unsupported victims. And the damage done is so profound. Many blessings to you.
    Thank you for the follow. Appreciated

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    1. Thank you Soul Gifts! You’re encouragement is much appreciated. I agree, the family as a unit is effected and the children are strung along; at the mercy of their parents decisions. A lot more light will be shed on this topic in my upcoming book, The Third Return. Hope I can get you a copy 🙂

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  3. M.M.M., you signed up to my blog, and I’m really happy to have you as a regular reader. I have just now looked at your (beautiful) blog and am deeply moved by your personal story. I also congratulate you on your book. I know how hard it is to get a book out (I’m doing the same thing.)

    Two months ago, I wrote a post on my blog entitled “Femicide, a culture of domestic violence in France (and around the world)”. I guess you read it. (link below). The statistics are staggering. Since I wrote that post in September, more women have been killed in France.

    Yesterday, a major French newspaper published an article entitled Féminicides : Etat coupable, justice complice (Femicide: the state is guilty, justice is an accomplice). The article opens with this statement: Depuis le 1er janvier 2019, 127 femmes ont été assassinées par leur conjoint ou ex-conjoint. En France, une femme est tuée toutes les quarante-huit heures. (Since January 1st, 2019, 127 women have been killed by their partner or ex-partner. In France, a woman is killed every 48 hours.)

    The facts are clear: governments and the justice system the world over are simply NOT DOING ENOUGH to eradicate this evil. Murderous men are given light sentences, or no sentence at all, just a warning. We need a lot more coverage and awareness of this tragic subject. I wish you all the best in your courageous endeavors.

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    1. Juliet, thank you for the congratulations on my book. It was and still is a difficult process, but so worthwhile.

      Your perspective is important because it speaks to common insight that I know to to be true over years of experience, education, reading and discussions with people on this subject and that is Domestic Violence is everywhere. It has no bounds.

      Although the justice system is in place to protect people, the real work needs to be done on an individual level. Violence like this will always continue to be a problem unless we has a collective race understand how to love one another. There is so much work that needs to be done on the individual level before we can even begin to love another person. For example: people enter into relationships for a number of poor reasons in order to avoid a variety of their own problems- this only prevents real love from flourishing. We just need to be willing to do the work and sadly, not many are. But the ones that do will find themselves in great relationships exchanging true, genuine love.


  4. Hey Kate! Awesome, I will make a mental note. Can’t wait to see you there 👋 let me know if you need help doing the payment/rsvp.


  5. Hi Monica! I used to work with your mother at Palos Hospital years ago. She was a unit secretary and I was a CNA at the time. She just popped into my head and I ended up coming across your bio here. I remember your mom as such a nice lady. She was so friendly to everyone who knew her. She used to laugh and joke around. Her smile was contagious! You would have never known what was going on behind closed doors. I’m terribly sorry for your loss and I am also amazed at what you have done with your life! You have taken it upon yourself to help others and your mother would have been so proud of you! I’m sure she is looking down on you with that beautiful smile saying that’s my girl! God Bless you and keep up the good work!


    1. Thank you so much! I’m glad you found me on here. I know exactly what you mean, Mom’s smile was so captivating as well as her laugh. I’m glad you got to know her, she was a genuine, sweet soul. Thank you for all the support & encouragement! Please continue to follow my journey by subscribing at the “Contact” page. Take care!


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