After my rape, I turned to clubbing. It was my way of coping—feeling lost, broken, unattractive—but still alive. The church might frown on it, but God isn’t angry at me; He’s just glad I survived.
- Posted on April 7, 2026
On the dance floor, I reclaimed my body and my attention. Under the lights, I was bold, seen, impossible to ignore. That’s exactly what my book is: unapologetically me, center stage, sharing my truth so everyone notices.
Healing doesn’t look perfect. It doesn’t have to be “right.” Sometimes, it’s loud, messy, and visible—and that’s exactly how I chose to survive.
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