In the new life, the girl who was assaulted and abused is a memory. I'm not her. But she is me.
Back in 2001 my divorce attorney was telling me I had a story that needed to be shared. But I wasn't ready.
The worst part is when I don't recognize my own words, or don't recall typing them out or writing them down. At all.
It's helping me to write in bursts. Have had some breakthroughs in the past few years, and it’s really opened up a block that’s kept me from beginning.