You know that I am a survivor. But do you know why I survived? Who made me become a survivor, not a victim? It was the Summer of 2013. My...

Seventeen years of abuse. Three and a half years free. There is no justice for me, only a pen and paper. Only my pleas in the darkness of...

I am exhausted. Exhausted from sleepless nights. Exhausted from sleep filled with night terrors. Exhausted from being with people....

People who aren’t survivors don’t seem to understand abuse. They hear about abuse and assume “It was just a little touching. It’s time to...

“What hurts the most,” I was asked by my therapist, “in this healing process?” How do I pick just one? Physically, the pain I have...

It’s amazing how a phrase reminds you of the past. A simple word, a song, a scent, and suddenly you’re back in that moment. You’re filled...

I get my hopes up too easily. Like the time I took ballet. I took two lessons and decided I would be a famous dancer. Prima in every...

Is it alright if I tell you something? I am angry. Never mind, I know how the conversation will go. “Let me be, for I am angry, I know...

Hello! My name is Rose. I was born as Rachel Lauren Williams. My life has changed and this is how. All good stories begin with "once upon...