Speak up


If there was one message I could give to my younger/adolescent self it would be SPEAK UP. And when one wont listen keep speaking til someone does.

At about 7 or 8 years old I discovered the monsters in the closet do exist. The monster of a molesters hand and voice, the monster of the same young mans lies, the monster that created distain in the eyes of those who were to protect me. The monsters that later said come show cousin _______ some love, sit on my lap let so & so sit there. The monster that silenced my voice because no one believed the little girls tale.

So to my younger self I say speak up. Wounds covered never heal. It's never too late to speak up and be free of your torment.

To you my readers I say never negate the sound of a younger person's cries. Monsters in the closet do exist. #ShakenForRestoration

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