1 in 8 girls who witness domestic violence grow up to experience it.
I saw the tsunami coming for my daughter when I read that.
And I was desperate.
Those are not her stars!
I threw the tea leaves back.
Braced against the shore, I wrapped myself around her.
I drew a circle,
summoning generations of women who endured
punches, burns, neglect, and misplaced blame.
Men made us invisible shields for their egos,
and now we hold the line.
We inscribed “Never Again” on her soul
and shared our grimoire.
Darling, here’s what we bled to learn.
Here’s when to run.
**Author’s Note: I read the statistic in my first line in a book that changed the way I fought PTSD, The Body Keeps the Score. And that statistic made me desperate to change my life, to heal, and to be stronger than anything else that came for us. Now, I like to think about the strong phoenix women who are raising even stronger women as we show them that we come back more formidable than before.