Dear small child I once was, Here are things I wish I could have told you and I didn't know how to say. I didn't know I would need to say. Here are things that maybe someone outside of us should have said and didn't. Here are things that I know now, and you are only just learning, small child.
Trigger warning: heavy discussion of emotional and sexual abuse I can't breathe. Please don't hurt me again, please, please don't yell. Please just pretend I don't exist... I can't breathe. I'M SORRY--
In America, July Fourth celebrates the day that us misbehaving Colonists decided we'd had enough of being bossed around and unfairly represented, and we were going to be our own bosses now thankyouverymuch.
I'm so disheartened and horrified by all the places and people I see promoting the idea that boys, especially teenage boys, are slimy scum just waiting to mess with the innocent girls who pass their way. It's not just the media, it's not just Facebook and Tumblr. I hear this from people around me. I hear this from parents of boys. I hear this from parents of girls. I hear this in church, I hear this at boys' groups, I hear this at girls' groups. I read this in books and see it in movies. As a innocent girl who fell into one boy's trap, I feel like I have the right to say this: Not all boys are like that.
Content Warning: The post contains extensive discussions of religion and the passionate lack thereof; sexual abuse.
You probably already know that I love writing. I've been writing on this blog for several months, using one of my favorite things in the world to show others that they're not alone. I've been writing in general since I was little, writing my first fanfiction when I was six and my first novel when I was... Continue Reading →
It's hard to speak up for yourself when you're always being told that your problems don't exist or aren't valid. Or when you feel like you don't need to speak up because other people have it worse. It's easier just to keep it bottled up. Your feelings are valid, though. Your pain is valid, and... Continue Reading →
Trigger Warning: Extensive Discussion of Sexual Abuse Dresses. Loose pants. T-shirts. Nothing sheer, clingy, revealing. Nothing that admitted the ugly truth - that I was in possession of a human body.
"You're fine." "Stop being so sad." "Just think happy thoughts!" "Others have it worse." "You have nothing to be sad about!" How many times have we heard these words? How many times were they actually helpful? Almost never, right? I know the feeling... I've had so much 'fake help' in my life. People who say... Continue Reading →
You Are Not Alone. 