Abuse & Assault Awareness and Healing | Trigger Warning

Video: Why I Walk

A short video answering the questions about why I am walking 1,000 miles in 2014. Note: As mentioned in the video, please see Kleva’s story here — Survivor shares story during Domestic Violence Awareness Month

when i was 13, part 1

My story — a memoir of my past, set in the years of age 13 – 22. Though my abuse story began earlier than 13, I have chosen to write about this timeframe for now. I am writing simply to re-share my story. Thank you for reading. by Angela Giles...

Standing on my own two feet

a guest post by Tamara Wright Life has its twists and turns and sometimes you don’t know whether you are coming or going. There are those whose life seems somewhat blissful. There may be moments in their lives when things seem out of sorts but for the most part everything...

I Was a Child: #WhyIStayed Vlog

As I’m kicking off this series, I decided to make my first post a video — the first video I’ve ever made. I was out walking for a male abuse victim when the idea landed. So, it’s amateur and I have no idea what’s next, but I knew I just...

#WhyIStayed

Sometimes when I walk for someone who has died at the hands of their abuser, I think, “I hope their story creates change,” or “I hope their story helps someone else learn about domestic violence,” or “I hope that local agencies can use the story to better their programs.” I...

Fake it ’til you make it?

I’ve spent a great deal of my life lying. That is, hiding behind a fake smile so that others wouldn’t know how I was really feeling, what I was fearing, the shame and pain I was trying to bury in a shallow grave. And even after I was physically free...

And Crime Begat Crime

He was only five when his mother was gunned down in cold blood. When he asked his older sister where Mama was, he was told she wouldn’t be coming home again. His mama was his world, and he was her baby. But he would never see her again, and his...

Evangelism in the Park

The wind picks up suddenly and blows all my name cards away from me, just as I am about to take the group shot. Like a scene out of a comedy, I take off chasing them. Two elude me, flying farther away each time I almost catch them. An audience...

I feel like a voice lost at sea

There are times when I’m walking when I feel like it’s all for nothing, that the stories I carry with me are hopeless, that the fight against abuse and awareness and assault is never-ending and all efforts are fruitless. I feel like a voice lost at sea, that my pleas...