What even is a sesquidecade you may ask? Well, according to google, it means it's the way I should talk about my 15th year anniversary of sobriety from the drugs that nearly took my life. 15 years ago my brother drove 4 hours to get me and my trash bag of belongings in … Continue reading Happy Sesquidecade To Me
I have always been an open book when it came to my life and my past. I've never been one to hang my head in shame or deny anything that I've lived through. But, after being deceived into sex trafficking a second time I made a promise to myself to never speak about it openly. … Continue reading The Confession.
I pressed my entire body weight against the locked bathroom door as he banged on it and threatened to kill me if I didn't open it. I held my knees to my chest and sobbed in a complete state of chaotic confusion. Why is this happening? How did this happen? What is going on? I trembled … Continue reading Exploited.