As I tell my stories, I second guess, re-write and re-think my process. This has left me curious about how many men or women have stories they may never tell because they have excused them away, rewritten to be less than they were or simply shut them out altogether. If you are reading this and you have a story; write it, even if it is to yourself. Speak it to someone you trust. Or shout it to an ocean or a forest. Just let it out!

Hope comes from action and shifting of perspectives. The more we can honor ourselves and build strength in owning the difficult parts of our life, as our own, the more hope rises, within each of us. This process has been difficult and brought up a great deal of stress for my body, as I have written and reflected, however, I am acknowledging this and allowing these memories/stories to work themselves out. I love myself enough to know this is important and recognize the more I honor this space, the love only grows bigger. I hope the ripple I make in this world is a little bigger.

Sitting silent, no longer… With love to men and women alike. We must heal together.