I was just 7 years old the first time my innocence was taken from me.

By the age of 13, I had experienced sexual abuse by seven different men—some of them people I was supposed to be able to trust… even family.

For a long time, I carried the weight of that in silence.
The shame.
The confusion.
The anger.

And if I’m being honest… I didn’t always cope in healthy ways.
I made choices and decisions that came from a place of pain, not healing.

But what I’ve come to understand is this:
I was never broken—I was hurting.

And healing didn’t start until I made a decision that changed everything.

I chose to forgive.

Not because what happened was okay…
But because I deserved peace.

I forgave those who hurt me.
And even harder—I forgave myself.

I stopped carrying what was never mine to hold.
And I placed it all in God’s hands.

That’s when everything began to shift.

I found my strength.
I found my voice.
And I started finding my joy again.

Now, I walk in my purpose.

I am here for the woman who feels broken.
For the girl who is still blaming herself.
For the one who feels like her wings have been clipped.

Because I need you to know this—deep in your soul,:

There is life after trauma.
There is healing after pain.
And there is still joy waiting for you.

You are not alone.
And yes… you will fly again. 🦋