Our bodies are certainly screaming grief right now. Tell me you are listening.
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Cancer struck my life, checking names off its list like tally marks.
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I had no desire to tell the story, those first months at the dungeon.
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We tend to blame and shame victims in this culture, which is why so few are willing or able to speak.
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I felt as though I could do anything,
as though I was limitless
I am a writer, a communicator, and yet, I could not say or acknowledge the R word for two years after I was Raped.
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It became every bit of me. A fear that surfaced once I could feel her kicks.
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When I call myself disabled, it’s constant tugging and pulling at my clothes
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I’ve been on the run for too long. Trying to escape from you and from the pain
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Walking into the hospital for the first time felt familiar.
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The term resilience, to many realms of society, is viewed as an honorable trait of the human existence
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When the man at the church door tells you your knee length skirt is too short for your 13 year old body, take it off. Go to church naked. Adam and Eve the shit out of that service.
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*trigger warning for those sensitive to mental health issues
My psych ward socks are showing. I take a seat on one of the ugly chairs and watch the paramedic leave. I watch the other girls and bite my nails.
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Had I been born a boy, I would have been named “Lance Anthony Vitale.” But on February 27, 1977, a seven-pound, seven ounce girl was shoved into the world. I was named “Angela Lee Vitale.”
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