
The Day I Decided to Leave My Abuser
Sitting behind the clothes in the back of a pitch black closet, I could still hear him banging on the door. He screamed my name
Sitting behind the clothes in the back of a pitch black closet, I could still hear him banging on the door. He screamed my name
Lately, I’ve been pondering my younger years. You know, those awkward high school days, walking the halls just trying to blend in or even sometimes
I called my boyfriend over and over again until he finally picked up by accident. At first, I wasn’t sure what I was hearing. Just
In the wee hours of the morning I gazed with tear stained eyes at the ring on my little finger. I was shocked but at