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For a long time, survival was something I was good at. I learned how to keep going when I was exhausted. How to function when I was overwhelmed. How to appear as if I were fine, when things weren’t okay. How to put my own feelings somewhere out of the way so I could deal with whatever was in front of me. Those skills helped me survive trauma. Then came healing. Healing helped me find my voice. It helped me understand that what happened to me wasn’t something I had to carry si

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