For decades women have sat quiet in corners, crying in bed, and have walked trembling and confused from being marred and bound in the chains of RAPE. For many years we have cowered down, covered up and let go in order to deny the shame as well as to protect our dignity and our family dynamics, structure, pride and name; hoping the physical and emotional scars would just go away or the pain in time would disappear never to rise again. It is in our hiding and crying that we find strength to simply move on; day by day. There comes a time in life when you have to stop the destructive self sabotage and go back… all the way back to the beginning. Then you shall unmask, disrobe, and dismantle the person whom you have become in order that you realign yourself with who you were designed to be.
This is my story TRUE as I know it!
Excerpts: "These chains of shyness, of doubt, of fear of being less than perfect, of being more than the rest are what bound me and they became invisible the more I drank. I stumbled across the imaginary key… I was free, till I woke up.
I must admit to myself first and foremost that I admired him and even had a crush on him. But when I found him on top of me and my yelling for him to stop… I didn’t want him like that and the crush was at that moment crushed."
"What I didn’t foresee, is that I would cry for my child and miss it over the years. What I was unaware of is that love was deep within. I didn’t realize the god that healed me could have given me the strength, opened my heart and mind to see the beauty of the child. He/she could have given me comfort and joy and surely could have given me the tools needed to raise a child of rape in love. I didn’t understand..."
