
Once I knew I had a story to tell, I couldn’t contain it anymore. I had to bear my real self.
That was three years ago.
At the time, I was still a really guarded person. I had just left the verbally abusive terrain I’d been subjected to for over a decade; and suddenly I was thrust into a new foreign land. For the first time, I was able to experience true freedom. I had the opportunity to share my experiences. I was afforded a chance to shed light on my past pains.
But I was still a little g...
Published on October 08, 2013 04:00