There are reasons many of us keep quiet. Pain, denial, disassociation, and/or living in a society that pushes grind culture, “Just keep going,” etc.

I kept what happened to me tucked away, and when I finally spoke up I wasn’t believed. So, I stuffed it until major depression made me face my feelings; but still, I don’t speak publicly about the situations. Yes, plural.

How I’ve changed, I don’t get in cars with men, even if I know them. I once turned down a very lucrative potential business deal because I wouldn’t meet at the man’s home office.

I prayed for a healthy relationship while raising my son, but didn’t trust any man to be around him, us. I’m still working on trust.

I keep thinking of one of my favorite lines that the character Nana Peazant said in the iconic film “Daughters of the Dust:”

“We come from those who chose to survive.”

Sometimes survival means self-preservation. In a patriarchal world where there are people who would rather see men rise than believe a woman, they would rather keep the status quo than hold perpetrators accountable. Look at this current administration with the Epstein files.

I’m grateful more women are coming forward. I salute them. I’m grateful for the men who are being held accountable and are now serving time. I honor those of us who don’t feel ready to publicly share our stories. That’s our right.

When a person’s power is taken away, sometimes the most powerful thing we can do is choose when and where we tell our truths.

I stand with Dolores Huerta! I stand with Cassie! I stand with all the women who have bravely spoken up, despite being ostrasized.

I also stand with the women who’s truths exists privately, in journals, with friends, in therapy, etc. I see you.

Blessings!