Rachel shook her head, even though she was lying. Of course it bothered her to be spilling her guts out to someone and watching them write it all down in front of her. It felt...

A nightmare has taken hold of my body. Lunacy has dug its way inside my mind.

Here, from her ashes you lay. A broken girl so lost in despondency that you know that even if she does find her way out of this labyrinth in hell, that she will never see,...

The terror takes you. The cage is locked and the curtain drawn. Fingers dance along as blades, carving memories into your flesh that will leave scars long past being healed.

I felt like I needed to comfort both the little girl inside me and my mother, assuring them that neither of them could have prevented the rape. I didn’t want my mother to blame herself...

Overcoming abuse doesn’t just happen, It takes positive steps everyday. Let today be the day you start to move forward.

I feel like there are fifty ways it’s my fault. I fantasized. I took the big pill and the small pill, stuffed myself with substances to make being out in the world with people my...

You’re a survivor because everyday you make a choice not to be governed by their harsh words or actions. No one has the right to take away your happiness.

If we are taken all together, we might muster some courage, but from the previous evidence it is likely that we will be taken separately.

You’re a survivor because every day you make a choice not to be governed by their harsh words or actions. No one has the right to take away your happiness

I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975. I remember the precise moment, crouching behind a crumbling mud wall, peeking into the...

You don’t want to return to the life you had before Stanford, and you don’t know if you can remain in this life any longer, but fear should never be the reason why you change....

Stephanie had been raped, beaten and left for dead on the Atlantic City Boardwalk several times. You’d think she would have hit rock bottom after those experiences. But no. None of that made her quit....

Rachel rolled her eyes as she let out a breath, “I’ve been to support groups. I’ve done the “my name is” thing.” Rachel’s leg fell off the couch as she glared at Dr. Kean. “That’s...

… in practice the standard for what constitutes rape is set not at the level of women’s experience of violation but just above the level of coercion acceptable to men.

She hadn’t been Rachel that night. She was evidence, a body of things to be picked and probed at, pictured and asked about, recorded and quoted. I want my life back. The voice was faint...