Follow the story of BilliJoy’s own healing journey.
I was reminded today that some of my posts might imply I’m on the other side of the battle—risen and racing ferociously through to advocacy for survivors. Having it all together. Strong. Warrior. Clean post-battle …
Today I gave up. My soul crashed. What am I fighting for? What are we kicking at? The deep wells of anguish rose in my voice as I left my advocate a message: the uphill …
“When the solid ground is falling down underneath my feet; between the black skies and my red eyes, I can barely see….” — Eye of the Storm I woke today in anguish. Heart and soul …
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.
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