I’ve realized telling my story once did not ease my pain. But sharing it 20 times changed the trajectory of my life.
Read MoreI’ve never had a chance to experience what “healthy” is. I’ve been adapting and then re-adapting again and again to external trauma for my whole life until I’m like this knotted up old tree. The hardest thing for assault survivors like me is making the decision everyday – on a daily fucking basis – to strive towards healthy sexuality.
Read MoreMy rape was a climax in a lifetime of trauma. Braver voices than mine have overcome the shame of violation, the lingering fear of violence and pressed onwards with their lives. I want to ask them, what did they do with the burning self-hatred?
Read MoreThese days I don’t write poems anymore, and I feel a part of me is too comfortable hiding, too comfortable with the idea of getting lost in the shadows of a self who never was or never was entirely whole.
Read MoreI am a writer, a communicator, and yet, I could not say or acknowledge the R word for two years after I was Raped.
Read MoreI carry my most painful and traumatic experiences in my body. The body remembers. There are still some places that are so fragile and tender that they require extra nourishment, support, and intentionality.
Read MoreMy very soul is a battleground for abuse and expectation, and my voice is roaring healing over it all.
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