I was sexually abused throughout my childhood and into my teenage years. And for a long time, I thought once the abuse ended, it was in my past.
What I didn't understand was that the abuse could end and the impact of it could keep living in you.
I learned how to survive. I learned how to smile, laugh, work, take care of people, and look completely fine from the outside. But internally, I was numb. I had become so disconnected from myself that I didn't even realize how much of my life was being shaped by what had happened to me.
I learned that my voice didn't matter. I told once — I was taken to an organization that helps abused children, and what happened to me was reported. But then my family came back and made me recant my story. So I took my words back. I learned that telling didn't protect me — it just meant learning how to take it back convincingly enough that everyone could move on.
After that, I learned I had to protect myself. That I had to handle things on my own. I became a people pleaser. I struggled to make decisions for myself. I learned to read the room, figure out what everyone else needed, and become whatever version of me felt safest in that moment.
Those beliefs didn't stay in childhood.
They grew up with me.
For years, I thought that was just who I was. I didn't realize how many of my behaviors, relationships, decisions, and beliefs about myself were connected to things I had learned while trying to survive.
And then I started doing coaching and heart healing with Susan.
For the first time, I began to understand that healing wasn't just about talking about what happened to me. It was about discovering what I had come to believe about myself because of it.
Slowly, things started changing.
I started realizing that I was worth healing.
I started realizing that my voice had a purpose.
I started realizing that I mattered.
And there was this moment of realizing… wait a second.
Maybe the woman I had always believed I was wasn't actually who I was.
Maybe she was who I had learned to become to survive.
That realization changed so much for me.
Healing hasn't meant erasing my story or pretending it didn't happen. It has meant finally being able to separate what happened to me from who I am.
Today, my story is still part of me. But it doesn't get to define me.
Nearly 1 in 2 women will experience sexual abuse in their lifetime. Researchers believe the real number is higher — because so many carry it in silence, or are silenced, the way I was.
I know I'm not the only one.
Because there are women everywhere who survived sexual abuse years, even decades, ago. Women who have built lives, raised children, had careers, taken care of everyone around them, and learned how to look completely okay.
But underneath all of that, they may still be living from beliefs they formed while surviving something they never should have had to survive.
I know because I was one of them.
And I also know that it doesn't have to stay that way.
The abuse may be in her past.
The impact doesn't have to be.