The Shelter In My Storm

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.

Dear John, I See It All Now That You’re Gone

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 […]

Self Care and Feeling Sexy After Rape

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.

Katie Butterfly Is – Words From My Advocate

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… […]

Open Letter to My Cat Bunny

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 […]

I Feel Like Superwoman

  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 […]

Show Me How Big Your Brave Is

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 […]