There was a time when I lived in fear that my body was not protected by anything. I was afraid, ashamed, but most importantly, I had no place to hide...
There was a time when I lived in fear that my body was not protected by anything. I was afraid, ashamed, but most importantly, I had no place to hide or to go to. It was about a year or so that felt like a decade; I was sleeping-barely- on a couch with a heart of fear and hopelessness trapped in the breathless air of violence and frustration. When 8 years had passed since I managed to escape that horror, I took out and cut the blue skirt that I had bought at that time but had never worn. Every single time I close the blades of scissors, I let out a breath of relief that I had held for 8 years.