You’re allowed to talk about it.
You’re allowed to say what happened.
You’re allowed to write it down.
Those who have harmed you in the past may try to harm you again,
But they cannot change the truth.
And though they may hate it,
Though they may hate you,
Truth is truth and you are allowed to speak it.
I began sharing my truth in whispers, behind closed doors, afraid that someway somehow he would hear me and call me a liar and make me pay. And then when I had told the truth about him, I would whisper with fear about the next poison, and then the next, until I grew tired of whispering and needed to shout.
The most valuable lesson I was taught is that I was allowed to just say it. I was even allowed to shout it. And thank God, I was allowed to write it down.
“I feel it,
in my being,
that if you use your art,
if you write, and I mean truly write
boldly and unapologetically,
you will greatly impact this world and those around you for the better.”
On the last day I saw her before moving far away