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Sometimes I sit with a heavy thought, the kind that doesn’t rush in loudly, but settles quietly in mind, especially in quiet moments. I think about how different life could have been if I had been given the chance to simply live… instead of constantly learning how to survive. There’s a grief that comes with that realization. A deep, complicated grief for the version of me that never got to exist. For the childhood that was shaped more by fear than freedom. For the years spent

I don’t always remember the date right away, but my body does. There are certain dates my body remembers before I do. I don’t always wake up and think, “This is that day." Sometimes it’s quieter than that. Heavier. A tension I can’t explain. A weight or profound sadness that settles in before I’ve even had time to name it. And then I realize. This week marks the anniversary of the last time I was trafficked. There’s no ceremony for days like this. No clear script fo

Raising awareness that the realities of human trafficking go far beyond human trafficking awareness month. January is Human Trafficking Awareness Month. Every year, I see social media posts, events, trainings, and fundraisers aimed at shining a light on an issue that desperately needs attention. And I’m truly grateful for that. Awareness matters. Education matters. Conversations matter. But as a survivor of human trafficking, January brings up conflicting feelings for me. On

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.

Recently, I was invited to attend and speak at a press conference and human trafficking bill signing that was organized by Governor Ron...

I have been back in Tallahassee this Legislative Session meeting with legislators and testifying in committee meetings advocating to get...

“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...