I Found Freedom in My Voice
For over 20 years of my life, I felt as if verbalizing my assaults would give them life; hearing my own voice speak about them would make them all the more real. I never knew how wrong I was. I found freedom in my voice, within my fellow survivors, within each new day. I did not come this far…to simply come this far. I may not know those of you reading this, but I KNOW you, you are not alone. You are worthy. You are HERE. Let your journey begin, as mine has…for it is GLORIOUS.