Sometimes we don't speak loudly enough for others to hear our voices. Also we often hide our true selves because we fear how much worse things will be if we shout out our truth.

Now you have found your voice and are showing us your unmistakeable truth. So now we understand you better than before.

"Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story" - DESIDERATA

Just keep talking and I will keep listening.

Painful though they may be, I always enjoy your poetry. Just on the meter, I found this one interesting. First time through I read it like it was a sonnet, but then read it again like it was a gospel preacher - I think it worked better that way.

And on content, also nice - you remember painful times, but this is definitely a story about triumphing over that. Thanks,

and your scared it is so easy to be voiceless. I was asked often why I was so self destructive, even though my therapist knew and had told one of the 'Counselors' at school I loved that quote the most "So you let the devil control you."
Yes Hypersexuality, with dependency and necessity, was what the determination was but the 'counselor' nun was sure I was not praying enough or right.

So never spoke to them about it again, though I still had one person I could talk too, So i had my Dear Aunt Bailey(no Relation to our Ms Summers) So sorry you had to wait so long Dorthy, but so very happy to hear your voice now. And the huggles were so much more than I expected for just 50 princess points so We send another 1000 in fair trade

...old memories resurfacing. This seems to happen when I start writing stories like I've been working on recently. Some of the memories felt too impossible to be real. I started reading through some stories here to pull me out of funk I was sinking into. It definitely helped, but shadows from the past still hovered around me.

Then, I found your autobiographical stories. Normally, I tend to shy away from anything like that, because I know more than a few of use had some really ... just ... bad stuff happen. But today, I really felt a need to know I wasn't the only one, so I dived into what looked like the scariest story headfirst.

Even though it hurt to see what was only hinted at here, I'm glad I read it, because I could see, even though such awful stuff happened, you were still able to find your voice. There's still times when I still can't speak, but I'm finding my voice. Maybe, when enough of us speak up, more kids will be heard.

Thank you for speaking up.

{{{warm huggles}}}

Heather Rose