I'm Jenny. This is my story.
Driving as the rain falls in a drizzle on the car, I see a white church on the side of the mountain, “That is the first church I’ve seen in a long time.” He says with disdain, “Well, this sure isn’t Siloam Springs, ‘where Jesus is Lord’.” I wonder, “Why do you think there are…
More than 1 in 3 women (35.6%) and more than 1 in 4 men (28.5%) in the U.S. having experienced rape, physical violence, and/or stalking by an intimate partner in their lifetime. Source: National Intimate Partner and Sexual Violence Survey, 2010 Summary Report. National Center for Injury Prevention and Control, Division of Violence Prevention, Atlanta,…
A new counselor, with grey at his temples asks me in his formal office, “When did the problems start?” I remember the room. I remember the tile floors, large white square tiles. I remember lots of light in the room, a simple room, a nice bed. There was no real air conditioning in the…
It’s late at night and I’m lying on the edge of the bed as far away from him as I can get. I am mostly numb. I want to feel something, but there are too many feelings to narrow them down. I am trapped, and I wonder if there will be an end to…
This is my story. It is not pretty. I will tell it in pieces as it comes back to me. Please let me know if it’s confusing, and I’ll try to clear it up as much as possible. This story will not be tailored to tell a simple, pretty story. It is raw and…