When My Body Protects Me: Why I Shut Down Around My Abuser
Every time I’m around him, something in me collapses. I can’t look him in the eye. My voice disappears. My...
Every time I’m around him, something in me collapses. I can’t look him in the eye. My voice disappears. My...
Last weekend, I booked an Uber. I wasn’t alone—thankfully. From the moment we got in, the driver dove into a...
I once sat across from someone who was supposed to protect me — heart thumping, throat tight, hoping they’d understand...
Some wounds don’t bleed — they echo.They echo in our relationships, in our self-doubt, in the way we love others,...
This morning, as I was walking toward the bus station — minding my own business, lost in thought —...
Today, my body became a war zone on a street that was never meant to be a battlefield. A hand,...
Childhood Sexual Abuse (CSA) leaves more than just physical wounds. Its deepest damage often lies beneath the surface — in...
By God’s Grace For the girl who lost her innocence but not her light Content Warning:This poem contains references to...
She was only seven when it happened, old enough to remember, too young to understand. The man was trusted, respected,...
The internet has reshaped nearly every aspect of our lives. We use it to connect with loved ones, build communities,...