It's hard to do hard things, especially when it comes to subject matters we do well avoiding. Let's tackle those hard things together and make some genuine connections to others that can relate.
This is not easy to write. But it’s time. For years, I carried the weight of my silence like a secret chained to my soul. I was raped. And I was abused. And for a long time, I said nothing. I buried it deep, thinking if I didn’t speak it, maybe it wouldn’t define me. But silence doesn’t heal wounds. It just lets them fester in the dark.
Life has a way of throwing us into unexpected plot twists – the kind that leave us disoriented and questioning everything we thought we knew. My divorce was one of those twists. It wasn’t just the end of a marriage – it was the unraveling of the person I thought I was. But as painful as it was, my divorce became the catalyst for the most important journey I’ve ever taken – the journey back to me.
