Personal stories

​A child’s trauma, a bedroom rug, and a fortress of dolls. A moving poem about processing the unthinkable through the power of play. 🤍

They changed their names to survive. History forgot many of them. We don't have to.

"The voices I heard as consciousness fled were the ones that carried me back to the light."

A survivor's journey from fear and silence to truth and freedom. The darkness may linger, but it no longer defines me.