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Recently I heard a song that stopped me in my tracks. The lyrics described something I have lived with for years but often struggle to explain to people who have never experienced trauma. As I listened, I found myself thinking, this is exactly what it feels like to live in a body that remembers. As a survivor of human trafficking, I’ve learned that healing isn’t just about leaving the situation behind. It’s also about learning how to live with a nervous system that spent a lo

It's okay to allow yourself to feel. Mother’s Day is everywhere—flowers, cards, brunches, smiling photos, and sentimental tributes...

The passing of Virginia Giuffre is a profound loss, deeply felt by many survivors of human trafficking. Her death, whether a suicide or not, is tragic. This loss highlights the ongoing, complex journey of healing from trauma, which is lifelong and often messy. It's crucial to remember that taking time for self-care is not a sign of weakness but a necessity.

A reflection on the long-lasting impact of sexual abuse and the complex, often hidden journey.

Embracing the Journey: Healing empowers us to honor our past while moving forward with strength. Today marks the anniversary of a day...

Prior to any medical appointment or tests that I need to have done, I must mentally prepare myself for what to expect.

“I hate you, I never loved you and I never wanted you and that’s why I want to kill myself,” are the words I heard moments before I...

In therapy, while processing everything I went through in the past, I constantly experienced A LOT of triggers.

When I speak I normally always share how going to support group for victims of sexual assault ended up being a big part of my healing...

Last month when we did an interview on the Talk It Up Radio Show Jan Edwards mentioned the “deep posts” I write on social media and on my...

Sixteen years ago I sat alone in fear while waiting for the doctor to enter the room. I was fourteen years old, covered in cuts,...

It wasn’t until I was twenty-six years old that I was able to come to the point of finally telling someone the horrors I endured growing...