My Children Will Be Light and Thunder My children will be wild— not reckless, but true. They will be fire-fed and water-wise, with roots deep in the earth and eyes full of stars. They will not be easy to define. Not small enough to fit in the...
Stories
Every woman and every girl inspires us. We are deeply grateful to those who have shared their stories about breakthroughs in their lives, the ways in which they have overcome fears, beliefs, or events that once kept them from connecting with their inner strength and recognizing their amazingness. Some of these stories are stories of pain and how a women or girl triumphed over it. As you read these stories, rather than focusing on the pain, choose to focus instead on the triumph and the ways that others have overcome what may once have seemed impossible to overcome. Let's celebrate their triumphs!
I am so afraid to speak publicly about how far I have come away from the traditional, religious, conservative upbringing I had. I am more than proud of who I’ve become, but in my empathy and kindness, I resist speaking about it in the...
Good morning, I don’t really like sharing stories but today I feel like my mind will not be ok if I don’t share it somewhere. My mom got cancer for a lot of years and today, my grandma told me that she has less than 1 week to live. I’m 17...
“Where are you?”, this is the kind of a conversation i have with myself every morning , my mornings have become so tough, this is what happens after 5 years of running a community based organisation that supports survivors of sexual...
I’m sorry if my English is bad. My name is Marie, I am 15 years old, and I live in an orphanage. Not because I don’t have parents, but because then can’t take good care of me. I’m still in contact with my mother, but I...
My papa passed away in 1987. I was 19 years old. I remember being a little girl of about five years and innocently asking him how he found out I was born. He replied “a little bird told me”. I never forgot that and always paid special...
🤔 I hope sharing my story is truly anonymous? I’m an adult male in my 40’s. I was sexually abused at the age of 6 or 7…. Maybe 5? I just know that five was the earliest and by eight it had stopped. Scratch that… beginning at 4 years...
“A Simple Gesture of Respect” A while ago, I had an experience that left me reflecting on kindness, respect, and how we express gratitude. I was sitting in a Pizza Hut, eating alone, when I noticed a group of soldiers at the far end...
Growing up, I lived with my grandparents. I couldn’t tell them anything. I’d always feel like they would judge me. My brother was the only one that would be there for me, who would help me get my mind off of things, we would play...
For a long time I never really knew how bad my life truly was. Yet, I am still very thankful for the experience of life. When I was a child I was sold off and abused by my parents. When I grew up I joined the Navy and fell in love. Eventually I...