“I’m here.”

Reading through some of my old blog posts. I nolonger have my sweet Jess the importance of “I’m here ” is still fresh in my mind.

NOT MY SECRET...overcoming the shame of sexual abuse

My 16th year was incredibly hard. I was trying to move past terrible abuse. I had a guy friend that I was close to that year. One night he climbed in my bedroom window and slept on my floor. I have no idea why he came.  He was just…there. I wasn’t alone. I would wake up like a scared little kid and reach down and there he would be.  I don’t know what was going on in his life at the time but I imagine I was there for him too.  I’d wake up and say, ” Are you still here” and  he would reply, “I’m here. ” That has stuck with me my entire life. That sweet boy laying on my floor all night gave me this primitive feeling of security and I’m not sure I can put into words the gratitude I have towards him.  The man who…

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