Sometimes the only thing between success and defeat is a paycheck.

I wonder what my life would have been if I had not spent it abused by men.

It amazes me that people can ignore the suffering of others, especially if it is staring them in the face.

Suicide gives someone else the ability to write your story without your permission.

It was self-defense, but instead of turning on the abuser I turned on myself.

My most precious possession is a piece of paper with his feelings about me written on it.