I WILL NOT BE SILENCED

Yesterday morning I received an email from one of the nonprofit organisations I both receive support from and occasionally collaborate with on an advocate basis, inviting me to not only attend a protest for Sexual Assault Awareness Month (SAAM, April) but to be one of two speakers telling their truth to encourage others. As a survivor who’s lived in their truth from the moment they came forth, I gladly accepted it. I’m excited, but I’m also nervous.

I’m excited because this opportunity allows me to encourage others in speaking THEIR truth, nervous because my assailant is a vindictive covert narcissist who’s already tried to kill me and I don’t want any unnecessary targets on my back. I’m anxious, but not anxious enough to bite my tongue. For the first time in two almost three years I’ll be speaking my truth once more, just in front of a crowd and possibly televised setting.

I meant what I said when I said I won’t be threatened into silence.

My perpetrator attempted to destroy my essence and being through the trauma he caused me but has no idea he ACTUALLY created a more determined, compassionate and loving spirit. My heart’s made fullmetal and I’ve got the resilience of a raging fire trying to be extinguished to no avail. And I’m going to continue burning bright, setting others’ hearts ablaze in my pursuit to give voice to those who feel silenced by their own assailants and trauma.