I get it.
I want to tell you about all the awfulness in my life, some that has passed, some that I am still working through.
I want to tell you about funerals, doomsday doctors, people that can’t be trusted, and the accusations that tore my soul. I want to warn you about what it’s like to be falsely criminalized and how several decades of honorable living doesn’t sway anyone, least of all a courtroom. I want to tell you about a fear so real that it claws your soul and keeps you awake at night. I want to explain why a girl surrounded by loved ones, educated, and powerful in her own right would consider divorce, suicide, and prostitution. I want to share stories of bug-infested hotels, and untreated flus, and other people’s leftover food. I want to teach you how I learned to lie in order to protect people– Good people–…
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