When I Died
Yes, a part of me died. There was no one to bury, no ashes to disperse, and no mourner tears. I no longer suffer from terrible nightmares and memories. I don’t hate anymore and I’m open to welcoming my family back into this new life. But please don’t call me Jean. She died and no longer lives inside me.
Keep Speaking the Truth
I received this picture and saying from a woman I greatly admire. In fact, this photo and saying are so touching that I wanted to share it with everyone I know.
A New Tool to Help You Heal From Abuse/Trauma
I’d like to share with you a new tool I’ve created to help you understand and heal from abuse/trauma. All you have to do is click on this link and read the two charts Tools to Help You Heal.
The first chart reflects the negative effects that make you sick. Scroll down to the next chart to find the positive tools to help you heal.
I felt I had to tell the truth!
In a recent article in TIME magazine, Lyz Lenz wrote a brilliant article “Shouting Into the Void: How many personal stories must women share to convince others of their humanity?†I am moved by this article, so I want to share some of it with you, and then a few comments from me. “Women have long been compelled to share their most private moments in order to convince others of their humanity.†“As more men, […]
We the People
We the People . . . did not ask men to violate the bodies of women, nor did we ask men to create laws to punish us for our beliefs and constitution-given rights. We the People . . . are human beings with minds, bodies, and beating hearts. The laws of this nation need to validate gender equality, and void male domination over females in every area of a woman’s life. We the People . […]
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