Today, I will talk about…
I wish I could give it more spaces.
I am a coward. I am unworthy. It has been 14 years and I haven’t spoken publicly about my truth. I am terrified right now. My fingers can’t even reach the keyboard.
Welcome to my life. My beautiful life on Instagram, but my pain within.
I wake up with the struggle to open my eyes and lose myself. It wasn’t a nightmare; I’m not okay. I long to be the woman I was at 21. I was beautiful, smart, hopeful; one man took that away from me. And he never paid.
I do with a life sentence: with judgment, secrets, and shame.
I woke up in a University of Michigan hotel room after a night out during my senior year of college. I had a few drinks; but I was by no means drunk. I was dressed in a short skirt and tank top; (what men like to categorize as “slutty” to affirm their behavior).
I was dressing for myself.
I was drugged. I remember having my Cardinals hat because it was October during playoffs. My body was stiff as I woke...