Flow Withwater
Blessed Be We
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Through my darkest nights of the soul, I have sought the writings of survivors to help me make sense of my experiences.
Their words have been the honey in my heart, and the salve on the wounds.
I am eternally grateful to those friends, both known and unknown, who chose to pen their experiences and share their wisdom despite the social structures that would have them be silent. When it would have been easier for them to be silent.
In gratitude, I offer my own experiences in honor of the healing that may come of it.
She is not the girl that she used to be, nor the woman she thought she would grow up to become.
She was something
different entirely.
Certainly not as together as she had expected, but somehow more complete than she could ever have imagined.
She was softer from all the storms and not nearly as wreckless with her heart, and, finally, she was unapologetic in all of her tarnished glory.
~ Becca Lee