To That Silver Letter Opener…

Jed didn’t like me talking to other people. It didn’t matter if they were girls or boys, if I was flirting or asking for homework help, he expected all of my attention all of the time.  He would meet me at my locker in the morning and meet me after each of my classes to…

Dear This Isn’t What Love Is…

Everything changed and nothing changed at the same time. Jed walked me around the school, we texted all night long, and on Saturdays we went to Grant’s house. I didn’t smile anymore, I didn’t have class friends anymore because I didn’t speak.  I told no one what happened. In a sick way, I felt closer…

Dear Readers…

The next several posts, and at this point I’m not sure how many posts to be exact, may be triggering for some.  I am going to be talking about sexual assault, domestic abuse (physical and emotional), as well as self harm.  I am going to be open about my experiences for the first time, ever,…