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I went skydiving because I was chasing something—something wilder than the chaos of my everyday life, something that might outdo the...

There was a time when I thought strength meant smiling through the pain. Most of what happened to me, including being cheated on for...

Shame doesn’t start with a scream.It starts with a whisper—often before we’re old enough to name it. I can now pin point some of the...

Unhealed trauma doesn’t always scream.Sometimes, it leaks. It slips through the cracks in our conversations.It hides in the...

This week, I spoke with a survivor. She wept not just from what had happened—but from the shame that followed.The kind of shame that...

I started writing as a way to process and understand the confusion of what had happened to me. I had been manipulated—first by religion,...