Battle stories of a Survivor
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Together We Are Survivor Strong
Sharing your survivor story is one one to give other survivors hope and courage to use their voice to share their stories too. So today,...
Anger… an emotion that sends a rush of hatred through my veins, causes my breath to quicken, my fists to ball up and strike whatever is...
“Don’t be afraid to destroy men’s lives over the crimes they chose to commit.” (unknown) Society tells victims to forgive their abusers...
You love me right? You want me to be happy and stay with you? So let me touch you whenever I want and wherever I want, because you love...
Self Harm ✖️Trigger Warning✖️ Self harm, a name that means different things to different people, but it has one common definition: self...
“Her cries for help seem to go unheard. She feels like she’s a burden, yet she wakes up to fight another day. What strength she carries...
“The silent screams from within. Deafening inside my head. My mind is a battlefield and only my tears ever escape the war zone inside. My...
“Unworthy of love and true happiness, he molded me into a tragedy that he said only he could fix.” .The Armed Poet.
“I was left exposed to his painful touch. It was like being a dead body in an open casket. My body was degraded and my opinions were shut...
“I was drugged by meaningless words, forced to swallow a false reality, that you were the only thing keeping me alive.” .The Armed Poet.
“Empty like a bottle with a hole in the bottom, all contents have been drained. As dark as the night sky is when the moon is hidden from...
10 months and 307 days have passed since I started dating my best friend. May 2nd, 2018 was the day that started 10 months and 307 days...
Being nice is polite. But I’m not here to be nice or polite. I’m here to change something, even if it’s one damn thing. I’m not here to...
April 2015. And May, June and July. August, September, October. And finally… November 2015. 8 months of love- no. 8 months of pretend...
Rock bottom for me is days without taking my medications. It’s skipping classes and sleeping until noon. It’s Netflix all day and it’s...
Dear close-minded men, This is a letter to the men who see me as a sexualized object… the guys I pass in the hallways of school, the two...