The Little Girl 22 January 2006 By Mary Byler I can’t breathe, let me go, let me go… I screamed… I can’t see, let me go, let me go… …but no

Sometimes, when we connect with fellow trauma survivors, we find moments of clarity and solidarity in discussing trauma experiences

“It’s often taught as a transactional type of love”. What do I mean by this? It’s conditional on the Amish person or child complying with

Start by being present with us as we walk through this journey of finding the will to live after the horror and terror.

I heard there is joy & smiles to be had, I’ve done nothing wrong, why do I feel so bad? Who do I tell, where do I go? What do I reap

Within many people there's a lot of grief around holidays. Part of the reason for me personally (and I can't speak for others; there may be)

"When you wrong someone and you ask for forgiveness, it is up to that person to choose whether to forgive you or not. "

Advocates are repeatedly having survivors get in touch with us after they have reached out to people who they thought were safe, only to be

Laying in bed, with my hood over my head, hugging my teddy bear wishing I was dead. That’s what it does to me.

When I can keep a job that I'm damn good at but can't organize my own house cleaning schedule?

I used to listen to this song "Coat of Many Colors, by Dolly Parton" (on my forbidden radio) on my bed with the blue Ohio Star quilt

The Amish punish rapists and pedophiles by 6 weeks of shunning and then no one is to ever speak of it again.

"Today's always been a day where it can go one of two ways. And today I choose to continue living. "