Had a meeting at my old college campus today. Walking around brought back so many memories…the library where I wanted to die, the dorms where I wanted to die, the Starbucks where I wanted to die, the park where I wanted to die, the other Starbucks where I wanted to die
a bunch of first graders were on my subway car this morning taking a field trip to a museum. they don’t even know that’s pretty much as good as it gets
Underrated life advice: get better at recovering fast. You're going to fail. You're going to get rejected. Make bad calls. Lose money. Embarrass yourself. Whatever it is, the goal is shrinking the gap between falling down and getting back up. Master the art of starting over.
I’ve met more survivors than I can count and I’m the only one I know whose perpetrator went to jail. I think it’s because I knew “what to do”. I knew to get a rape kit asap without showering, brushing my teeth, or eating or drinking anything. I knew to put my dress in a paper bag