Jill has asked me to write a monthly article for the newsletter, and I debated long and hard about what to write this time. In speaking with some of you who regularly read this newsletter, I am finding that everyone is in different stages of their recovery. Some of you may be encouraged by my story, to press for charges against your own abuser, while others may decide that this is not for you and silence is the better alternative. She has large, bright, blue eyes, and sunny, gleaming blonde hair, and a shyness about her that borders on being intimidating. Little does she know what this world will deal her in her lifetime.
Life is still innocent and naive.
Her shyness and quietness make her a prime target for the injustices that will be brought against her. As the sun rises and sets, day by day, year by year, she becomes more aware of how harsh this world can be. The sun does not appear to be so bright to her anymore, and the clouds covering it seem more and more frequent. During all these years, she tells only her best friend when they are fifteen. At the age of eighteen, she meets and marries the love of her life.