Dear Self,

Hey kid, I want to tell you that things get better and no one hurts you anymore—that one day, you get to choose what happens to our body and the people who are supposed to love you stop hurting us. But I’d be lying. Sure, we grow up, start a career, and find what we think is love, but then we get to live our nightmare all over aga…read more

Staring into that bathroom mirror, a thousand miles away; I was seething with anger, re-reading your text. Another decision about our child I’m not a part of. Standing here, feeling useless, helpless, and broken, replaying every horror you put me through. But you did it to me… ME! Not my kids. This. This is too far. You don’t get to make this…read more