“I know you’re tired but come, this is the way.” ― Rumi
In my previous post, I mentioned a blog I stalk called The Sisterwives. If you know me at all, you know I worship raw writing, true writing, writing that goes there.
All. The. Way. There.
The Sisterwives go there.
The writers take on themes, which are uncomfortable, painful, and in some circles, taboo; content about depression, suicide, sexual abuse, domestic violence, incest, & body image.
Don’t get me wrong, this is not a place about being diminished. It’s a place about picking up your broken pieces and rising up from the ashes.
“This is a place to raise awareness, offer support and provide resources.
This is a place to seek out silver linings.
Darkness into light.
Adversity into strength.
Friendship into sisterhood.
Alone we are enough; together we are STRONGER.”
—–We are The Sisterwives—-
Anyhow, I’ve traveled to this kick ass place today to share my essay about Kay : A Letter To Her Murderer.
Meet me over there.
Leave all of your comments there.
Become part of the dialogue. I will respond to all of you. As always. Xxxxxx
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