I lost my virginity to rape, at 13 years old.
When my doctor wanted put me on the pill, I agreed. But that was the wrong move.
Sometimes the most loving thing you can do, is to walk away.
Please don’t tell me how to grieve.
Over the years, I’ve gotten good at asking for help. But it’s still not easy.
I need to come to terms with the fact that my dream may never come true.
It’s an insecurity you’re probably not even aware of.
Between family fueding, crowds, and overpriced everything, it doesn’t always feel like “the most wonderful time of year”.
The viciousness of other humans can result in so many broken souls, but it doesn’t always have to be this way.
Content Warning: Child sexual abuse and sexual assault.