This is a post that I started a while back–in October, I think. The timing of it doesn’t really matter though–because everything still holds true. And for the most part, what we know, as women, applies to (almost) all adult women across the board. The female experience, in all of its beauty and tragedy–is mostly unifying. It connects us and holds us together on at least a few levels.
As a rape survivor. As a survivor of domestic abuse (and all that that entails)–I know what it’s like to feel the embarrassment and shame that goes with those designations. So do millions and millions of other women. We also almost certainly share a feeling of freedom and strength–we have lived through all sorts of micro aggressions on a daily basis and bigger life events that should have broken us. That is also our bond.
I write about my life and my experiences because, ultimately, that’s all I know. My pain doesn’t take away from anyone else’s. It’s not a competition and there is more than enough misery, love, ridiculousness and happiness for everyone. I understand that my life has been very charmed and I have privilege up the wahzoo. But, I have also suffered more than anyone would ever suspect.
These universal female experiences transcend age, race, religion, social class, education level, etc. I may share those struggles with you at some point or I may not–it depends on whether I think that talking about them may help others. Thanks for reading, gorgeous friends!!!
ealvfargond 
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