On my own two happy feet.

Last week something happened that I undoubtedly thought would throw me into a tailspin of depression accompanied with a side of anger… biggie-sized.  I was sure I would begin a rant on this blog, titled “Dear Mr. Anonymous,” that would tell Mr. Not-So-Anonymous how it should’ve been me.  I should’ve been the one proudly donning … Continue reading

“I walked a mile with Sorrow”

I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chatted all the way; But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow, And ne’er a word said she; But, oh! The things I learned from her, When sorrow walked with me. -Robert Browning Hamilton What develops character and … Continue reading

Like a Skyscraper

You can take everything I have You can break everything I am Like I’m made of glass Like I’m made of paper Go on a try to tear me down I will be rising from the ground Like a skyscraper

It’s OK. Set yourself free.

“Maybe some women aren’t meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them.”–SATC  

I survived. I chose to thrive.

  “The victim who is able to articulate the situation of the victim has ceased to be a victim: he or she has become a threat.” –James Baldwin      

“Sometimes only beauty can be trusted”

“I crossed the street to walk in the sunshine.” –Elizabeth Gilbert March 7, 2010: A day that will forever save a place in my memory.  I remember the incessant tears, the cries for help and the wails of the ambulance as I headed to the hospital, headed to my salvation and the beginning of a … Continue reading

The Face of Abuse: One Year Later

Author’s Note:  Almost one year ago I wrote this article, never thinking it would be published or find the spotlight of recognition for other survivors.  For nearly a year, I have placed my hospital bracelet near my bed to remind me of a place I once visited and never wish to see again.  Sometimes in … Continue reading

“Ruin is the Road to Transformation.”

Excerpted from  Eat, Pray, Love: “On my way back home I take a little detour and stop at the address in Rome I find most strangely affecting – the Augusteum. This big, round, ruined pile of brick started life as a glorious mausoleum, built by Octavian Augustus to house his remains and the remains of … Continue reading

The Solid Truth

“Yet what keeps me from dissolving right now into a complete fairy-tale shimmer is this solid truth, a truth which has veritably built my bones over the last few years—I was not rescued by a prince; I was the administrator of my own rescue.” (–Elizabeth Gilbert) (Photo courtesy of Tumblr)