731 Days

Dear Father, It’s been two years. Two years since my voice was louder than yours, to the point you were officially silenced. Two long years of my highest highs and lowest lows. Some days felt like I was drowning and I was suffocating with every breath I would take, as if water were flooding my …

Survivor

I am many things, but I am not a victim. Victim is a word that brings shame to me. It causes the flashbacks to flood through my mind like an open river. I am a survivor and this is my story. I was ten years old. I just moved from New York to Texas, to …