we need your stories now more than ever
My dear sisters,
I know you.
I see you.
I hear you.
I hurt for you.
I hurt with you.
Because I, too, am a survivor.
I, too, am a victim.
I know what it feels like to be traumatized.
To fear sleeping at night because the nightmares feel more real than the memories.
I know what it feels like to lose something precious.
Innocence once captured cannot be replaced.
We can’t go back but we can move forward — together.
Something that once belonged to us and only us —was robbed.
A thief — an evil thief stole it from us.
We felt powerless.
We felt shame.
We wish we had a voice.
Instead we choked back our words in fear.
We kept quiet.
We remained silent.
But together we are not alone.
We are the voice for the masses who also have lost their innocence.
Who have been robbed of their beauty.
As I write this to you, I cry tears of grief.
Because I know our struggle all too well.
My perpetrator was my father.
And for years I, also, was scared to share my story.
But I have learned there is great power in telling our stories.
There is great healing in speaking the truth.
Sisters, I am riveted by your stories.
I am moved by your courageous acts.
I am cheering you on because you are a voice for so many of us.
Please don’t stop telling your stories.
Please don’t stop fighting.
The perpetrators who hurt us don’t get to hide out from their evil acts.
As we speak up, we free ourselves. We free each other.
We bring truth.
We break the silence.
We break free from the shame.
Through our resilience we shine.
We give ourselves a new chance at life.
We give ourselves freedom.
My dear sisters —
we need your stories now more than ever.
Let us be like the phoenix and rise.