Why I am writing this book:
Sometimes I don't know if I can say the words. I am a rape victim. Sometimes I feel like people know, and they are judging me, but they are strangers. Some days I feel like I am not worth the breath in my chest, the smile on my lips, or the happiness I find in living. God is the only one who can calm me in these times, a love so strong that I no longer feel like damaged goods. A strong, loving, gentle flow of love that heals the ache in the empty space where my virginity once sat. It took me nearly seven years to get here, but it is time to tell my story.
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