If Everything Is Trafficking, Nothing Is

young girl exploring a verdant cornfield

A personal account of childhood labor trafficking within a cult, emphasizing the importance of accurately identifying trauma and understanding the legal definitions of trafficking.

In the Quiet of the Morning I Sleep

In solitude on a foggy morning, I reflect on grief from loss, seeking healing and connection while balancing the need for rest and preparation for new beginnings. #iwritetolive #writingtherapy