The Jane Project
About the Jane Project
The Jane Project was created from survival, and from hope.
Born out of Because of Jane, this project exists to remind survivors of childhood abuse, domestic violence, and trauma that they are not alone. Jane represents the quiet things that help us endure. the objects, memories, people, or inner voices that carried us through when we had no words and no safety.
The Jane Project is a growing community rooted in truth, compassion, and resilience. It is a place to share stories, amplify survivor voices, and build a web of strength where healing is allowed to happen at its own pace. There is no timeline here. No expectations. Only understanding.
Above all, The Jane Project stands for one simple truth:
Survival is not the end of the story. Hope is real. And healing, however it looks for you, is possible.
Share Your Jane (Only if You Want To)
Everyone has their own Jane.
Your Jane might be a song you played on repeat, a book that helped you escape, a toy you held onto, a person who made you feel safe, your own writing, a piece of art, a character, a place, or something only you understand.
If you feel comfortable, you’re invited to submit your Jane to The Jane Project. Submissions may be shared on this page to help create a living web of survivor strength, one built on choice, respect, and connection.
There is no pressure to share.
No expectation to explain.
No requirement to relive anything.
This invitation is here only if it feels right for you.
Every Jane matters. Every story counts. And together, they remind us that survival never happens alone.
The Night Council- Shannon Brown
Before I had language for what I was surviving, I had my Night Council.
Jane. Rabberta. And Trisha.
They were real to me in the ways that mattered most. They listened when no one else could. They kept watch through long nights when sleep felt unsafe and the world felt too big. Each of them carried pieces of me, and a lifetime of secrets I had no other place to put.
Jane was comfort.
Rabberta was steadiness.
Trisha was strength.
Together, they formed my first circle of protection, my childhood survival. They didn’t fix what was happening, but they helped me endure it.
This is where The Jane Project begins.
With the real Jane. Rabberta. And Trisha.
Sam's Personal Journal
Healing doesn't always begin with another person. Sometimes, it begins with a blank page.
For Sam, her Jane was her personal journal, a quiet, judgment-free space where she could pour out the thoughts, fears, hopes, and emotions that felt too heavy to carry alone.
Through writing, she found a way to process her experiences, make sense of her pain, and slowly begin to heal.
A journal may seem like an ordinary object, but for many survivors, it becomes something extraordinary: a trusted companion, a keeper of secrets, and a witness to both heartbreak and resilience. Within its pages, Sam discovered that even when her voice felt small, it still deserved to be heard.
Thank you, Sam, for trusting The Jane Project with your story and for adding your thread to our growing Web of Resilience. Your courage reminds us that healing can take many forms, and that sometimes the simplest tools become the strongest lifelines.
Every Jane is different. Every story matters. And every thread woven into this community reminds another survivor that they are never alone.
Future Submission
Future submission.
Zeep the Zebra - Anonymous Submission
"My jane is my stuffed animals, especially my zebra named Zeep. I got her for my second birthday and she was there from my first memory through now"
Susan's Mrs. Beasley and Raggedy Ann
For Susan, her beloved Mrs. Beasley and raggedy Ann dolls were her Janes. They held a special place in her heart, offering comfort and companionship during her childhood.
Sadly, when Susan was 14 years old, her mother gave both dolls away while she was at school.
Susan Shared:
"My mom gave them both away when I was at school one day. She said I was too old for dolls. I was 14. She didn't understand."
Those final words carry so much meaning: "She didn't understand."
Sometimes the objects we hold close mean far more than others realize. There is no age limit on needing comfort, and something that appears to be an ordinary toy can hold extraordinary emotional significance.
Although Mrs. Beasley and Raggedy Ann were taken from Susan, their importance was never erased.
Today, their story becomes another thread in The Jane Project's Web of Resilience, reminding us that the things that helped us fell safe, loved, and connected deserve to be honored.
Thank you, Susan, for sharing your Janes and allowing their sotry to become part of our growing web
Future Submission
Future Submission
