I’m scared. Scared of the world we live in and the current climate with respect to sexual violence against women. This past year has impacted survivors in ways I’ll never be able to convey. We are proud of ourselves for speaking up, for taking our voices back. Proud to know that because of women like
Tag: Mental Health
Social researcher Jackson Katz asked hundreds of men what steps they took on a daily basis to avoid sexual assault. Katz states: “At first there’s a kind of awkward silence as the men try to figure out if they’ve been asked a trick question. Then the silence gives way to a smattering of nervous laughter.
I’m drawing a line in the sand. If you don’t support women, get the fuck off my page. This morning I came across a video of Donald Trump speaking to the people of Mississippi that still has me shaking in anger. After Dr. Ford finished her testimony, President Donald Trump, stated Dr Ford had a
This is, bar none, the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. I’ve been putting this off out of fear. Fear that once I start I won’t be able to stop. Fear that writing this will create more wounds on my already battered soul and fear that I won’t be able to convey just how
The nights I lay awake in bed, I wonder if I’m in your head. Do you miss me or even care? These are the thoughts I cannot bare. I hate to think you gave up on me, but now I know what I did not see. There are days when I miss you so, but
You would be so fucking proud of me. So proud. For speaking up. For taking my voice back. For finally fucking writing and not being afraid. I love you dearly because I know now that you said you were doing me a favour because you did not want to hurt me. Because we love each
Down down the hole I go where I am nobody knows. Am I ignoring you or at an all time low? Up up smiling again trudging through the week ahead. Happiness is all you see but know it’s pain inside of me.
Forever debating chopping all my hair off and shaving my head. Until then it’s up in a hair clip for my indecisive ass.
Because you told me I could depend on you. Because you told me you would be here for me. Because I told you I didn’t want your charity. Because I told you I just want your honesty. Because I still accepted you into my home. Because I made plans with you. Because I told you
I sit here with this question ringing in my head since a friend so bluntly asked me this on Friday. “I don’t know.” I sat there struggling to find words because I realized I have no idea. I continued to tell him that I don’t know if I will ever feel happy again. I explained