I wake up I piss I shower I drink a cup of coffee and light a smoke at the sink. I brush my teeth for at least twenty minutes to get the taste of semen out of my mouth from the night before. Still… Continue Reading “A cup of coffee and a smoke”
Category: Rape Survivor, sexual abuse, UncategorizedTags: addiction, authors, blogging, books, coffee, domestic abuse, domestic violence, drugs, hotels, infidelity, literary agent, murder, pain killers, prostitution, publishing, rape, sex, survivor, travel, womens rights, writers
Posted on December 6, 2018
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Love. That word, that complex chemical reaction, that either fulfills you or breaks your soul in two. I’ve known one in my life. Glorious him. I knew the moment I heard his voice that I had no hope, it was at a bar in… Continue Reading “Chapter 11 Excerpt: Love”
Posted on November 23, 2018
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The summer air was pungent in my nostrils when the car stopped in front of a house I had never seen before. Then my father got out, opened my door, and I remember vividly how heavy that lilac was in the air. In the… Continue Reading “A random childhood memory”
Category: UncategorizedTags: abuse, addiction, alcoholism, child abuse, death, depression, domestic abuse, domestic violence, mental health, rape, rape culture, recovery, sex, sexual abuse, sexual assault, suicide, teens, violence against women, why i didn't report, womens rights
Posted on November 23, 2018
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I used to wake up every morning and tell myself the biggest lies about how everything would be ok. Now, I’ve come to terms with reality and I tell myself the truth. I tell everyone the truth about how I feel. Those things that… Continue Reading “Excerpt: Chapter 1”
Category: UncategorizedTags: abuse, child abuse, depression, domestic violence, mental health, rape, recovery, sexual abuse, sexual assault, violence against women, womens rights
Posted on October 8, 2018
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Warning: The following piece contains graphic details of sexual assault and contains strong language. This is a true personal story. I sit here in my car at 1 am on a Saturday night in October 2018, having finished this piece in the parking lot… Continue Reading “November 16th, 1991”