I did it. I spoke in public about my past tonight for the first time. And I went way beyond my comfort zone. I have always had a phobia about speaking in front of a group of people, which is strange because I talk too much in a one on one situation. I have had a real 'calling' to do this for a while now. In healing myself I came to the conclusion that when I help others, it also helps me. If what I said helped just one person, then I am happy. In sharing my story of overcoming adversity in its many forms I hoped to reach people. Teach them and help them to overcome their own demons. I think it went well, people that were there said they were moved by what I said. I talked about running away as a young girl of 12 for the first time after I was sexually abused by family members, and a neighbor. I shared how I was trafficked by pimps and predators for years, became addicted to drugs, was at deaths door many, many times, was shot at, overdosed on drugs, and was raped, kidnapped and survived much much more. It was exhausting to say the least, it always is for me when I revisit the past. I have never revisited New York since I left. But lately I have been thinking of going back for a visit. For closure, to close the door on my past and open the door to my future.
writing and everything relating to human trafficking blog
All the rules, advice, contests, and information on the web about writing can get confusing, I will sometimes write about writing but mostly... I am a survivor who overcame adversity and abuse and I am writing memoirs and essays, and advocating for anti human trafficking, survivors and victims of trafficking. The fact that I am alive today to write about my experiences is a miracle.
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