I never knew what it was like before to have an advocate. I do advocate work but it's a whole different ballgame for me to accept that I also need an advocate by my side. Listening to me, cheering me on, and just being a great addition to my team.
Taylor Swift's song "Dear John" really speaks volumes to my survivor stories. Here are the lyrics, Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you Counting my footsteps, Praying the floor won't fall through, again My mother accused me of losing my mind, But I swore I was fine, you paint me a … Continue reading Dear John, I See It All Now That You’re Gone
I’m telling myself that I am capable of love, of loving and being loved in return. I am capable of being sexy and not feeling dirty. I am capable of all good things. I am Katie Butterfly and I deserve all good things.
I created a special box to put self care items in, or things to make me smile and remember how great I'm doing. My advocate had a few words to describe me and I wanted to share them with you. And apparently I am very determined because she listed it twice. ♥ Katie Butterfly is… … Continue reading Katie Butterfly Is – Words From My Advocate
Dear Bunny, We just celebrated your 9th birthday. Thank you for choosing me and letting me adopt you 8 1/2 years ago. You have been there for me since day one. Your unconditional love has got me through some of the best and the worst times of my life. When no one else was there … Continue reading Open Letter to My Cat Bunny
You are seen as such a great and wonderful man. They have not seen the other side to you. Behind the public eye, you are a danger to others. You are a monster. You can take all the hard work one has done the past 10 years and nearly destroy it in only 3 … Continue reading I Feel Like Superwoman
SURVIVOR LOVE LETTER TO MYSELF. Dear Katie, You're not broken or damaged, you are just a little bit bruised. Bruises heal. You are proof of it. You spent years going through hell with your mental illnesses, your self harming and your attempted suicides. The scars healed, and you lived. For some reason you were put … Continue reading Show Me How Big Your Brave Is