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.

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… […]

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 […]

Speak Out: K’s Story

“Hi I’m K and I’m a sexual assault and emotional abuse survivor. There’s probably going to be a few triggers in this for both you and myself. So if you don’t want to be triggered, you don’t have to read this. I’m going to attempt to write it in chronological order. It was as my first […]

Interview with Felicia Johnson Author of Her

I was inspired by this incredible book called “Her” that I had picked up at the library and I recently was given the chance to do an online interview with the author Felicia Johnson. I am going to share that with you along with a couple links to look up this great book yourself. Q: […]

Guest Blogger Tiffani: Open Letter To My Abuser

***(Extreme Trigger Warning)*** You took my innocence. You took my pride. You took my Mom. And you took my 12 year old self with you too. This night, I can still remember, it was in my long, narrow room. With the cracks in between all of the wood floor boards and the BB’s all squished […]