I am painfully aware of how hard it must be to support me sometimes. I'm not always good at explaining why something is not helpful. I'm...

Dear Advocate, You are doing good work. You don’t hear that enough. You are doing good work. The work you are doing matters. Every dollar...

In the time I’ve been writing, I’ve had handfuls of stories from other survivors placed in my lap. I’ve done my best to sit with them in...

The medical profession is without question the home to some of the brightest minds on the planet. And it makes sense why--it takes far...

“Unworthy. Undeserving. Unlovable. Those words have been branded on me since I was 4 years old. No one ever told me it could be...

“I had been taught all my life I didn’t deserve an advocate. I didn’t know what to do with myself when the advocates in my life began to...

“Every medical professional I seemed to run into I felt like didn’t have the information they needed. They either didn’t know how to help...

I run because running for my life is no longer self preservation, but self love. I run because it teaches me again and again not how my...

Right now, I feel a lot like a turtle. I lived my life in my little terrarium, unaware of the wide world outside of it. I found comfort...

“I grew up learning there are two kinds of cops: the ones who rape you, and the ones who protect the rapists.” I had a cop that was a...

#GivingTuesdayNow A movement sparked by Americans watching those who are continuing life saving work amidst a pandemic.

Impostor syndrome tells me that I am not qualified enough. I am not strong enough. I am not brave enough. I am not healed enough.

Sex Trafficking, Physical Touch, and a Pandemic | Please reach out to the adult survivors in your life.

To be joyful for me means that I’m happy. Beyond happy.

Every time you forget your worth, remember YOU are worthy. Every time you allow your past to define you, remember YOU are your future.

I don’t remember losing my joy. I just remember looking into the empty space where it had been...

$25K in Emergency Funds Released to Help Survivors of Sex Trafficking in Hampton Roads

Today, I celebrated 2 months of freedom, healing, learning, failing, and growth.

For an average child, these are pivotal years in learning healthy and unhealthy relationships, safe and unsafe people, and boundaries.

Startled awake. I look at the clock, it is 2AM, and God is stirring. He is telling me to start praying.