Rising Up in an Uprising: Adult Coloring Book for Survivors of Trauma by BilliJoy Carson It is finally here! The… Read more Adult Coloring Book for Survivors of Trauma
The Man Women’s March Was For
Real talk. Today at the Kick at Darkness table, a man came up. He asked what we did. He was… Read more The Man Women’s March Was For
Wild Blackberry Bushes of Trauma
I was born in Oregon. But I have very little memory of it. When I was four, the desert became… Read more Wild Blackberry Bushes of Trauma
#ReturnTheLetter
I found a place for my letter. Yes, THAT letter. At the end of September, while everyone was gripped by… Read more #ReturnTheLetter
Soiled Innocence
Today, oh what a dear blessing to my soul. I was able to visit the home my family lived in… Read more Soiled Innocence
Hear the Voices of the Nine Million
A sexual assault happens every 99 seconds in the US. That’s over 321,000 survivors. EVERY year. 92-98% of claims are… Read more Hear the Voices of the Nine Million
No Man’s Land
I was reminded today that some of my posts might imply I’m on the other side of the battle—risen and… Read more No Man’s Land
Today I Gave Up
Today I gave up. My soul crashed. What am I fighting for? What are we kicking at? The deep wells… Read more Today I Gave Up
Sound of Silence
“When the solid ground is falling down underneath my feet; between the black skies and my red eyes, I can… Read more Sound of Silence
In the Rush, When Do I Start…?
Each time I speak or travel, I am asked when my story is coming. I have a map of the work and timeline on my wall with little lines, arrows, and dashes that I’m sure I knew meant something at some point. The ever-rising tasks of the nonprofit and business world make it appear impossible to start. Amidst the inundation, I am simply going to leap.
