I don’t believe home is a place. You know the saying “Home is where the heart is” It couldn’t be more true.

Although I don't like using the word victim, I am a victim of sexual abuse. Even writing that out feels like I've picked at a scab and it's started to bleed again. If I were to rip the entire crusted scab off and reveal that it wasn't just by one person or one incident the blood would really start pouring out.