Pieces of my journey
There were so many years that I felt insignificant and small. I became a girl who didn't have a voice. One where silence "kept" me safe but meant that I was giving up a piece of myself.
I am a sexual assault survivor and for 11 years, I kept that to myself. I decided that my story didn't matter and so I kept the secret. A secret that continued to steal moments from me until 2014 when I decided to step into my story and rediscover the power of words.
Where Mental Health Finds A Voice
