I’m a twenty y/o survivor of domestic violence. Someone close to me told me to share my story, so here I am. I could tell you of my tragic past and the extremely unfortunate circumstances...
Surviving Abuse
I just felt the need to share my progress with someone
This is the first time I’ve ever written my story down in words, so here goes nothing. I’m 17 years old, and I have struggled with eating disorders, abuse, alcoholism, anxiety, and...
I’m strong enough to get through it
Trigger warning: Before reading this post, be aware that it contains descriptions of childhood rape, and other forms of violence and abuse. My story begins somewhere in the early...
I am thriving in spite of everything which told me I...
I am amazing because I am thriving in spite of everything which told me I couldn’t. Hi there, I’m 23 and a masters student, and had you asked me a few years ago if I thought...
My childhood from hell
Trigger warning: Please be cautious when reading this. This may offend and upset readers who have suffered something of a similar nature such as sexual and physical abuse. My name is...
Changing lives – one girl at a time!
Jaden was born the oldest child in a home of domestic violence. She lived in the home until just before her 4th birthday. Both of her younger sisters had life threatening injuries. Finally...
Perseverance
When you were younger, did you ever think that life as an adult was going to be easy? Simple? Full of happiness every day or a Cinderella wedding? Well… that was me. As a child of...
The Power of Your Voice
The narrative of a woman’s value being in her vagina, ability to do homely chores and care to the family is one that has lingered for a long time. As a girl-child, I believed this and...
Running for Post Traumatic Growth
My name is Bunny, like a rabbit, but I am more commonly known as “Ally’s Mom.” Being Ally’s Mom is both an honor and a challenge, as she is exceptionally bright…and equally...
Bloodroot
I remember a moment when I was 19 having an experience in the wild, in nature, in which I celebrated myself and stepped across a threshold in which I could love myself for who I was...