It’s one of those perfect days when the sun is casting its brilliance and holding court in a crystal-blue sky.
The last hold of winter evaporates on my deck as spring is declaring its rightful, albeit late, place on the calendar.
It’s May, and it has been a long and strange transition from season to season. I am venturing out for my weekly grocery run.
I roll down the windows as Tom Petty’s “Free Fallin'” comes on the radio. I turn it up and embrace that amazing feeling of driving with the windows down for the first time in months, cool air on my face and all the promises of warm weather…
This post first appeared on Caron.org and was written as a guest writer in their blog for Sexual Assault Awareness Month.
Trauma and Post-Traumatic Growth
I am a rape survivor. I was 12 years old when I was first raped, an experience that shattered everything I thought I knew. Neither my parents nor I knew how to cope…