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Special blog post for the end of SAAM.

With the end of sexual assault awareness month being today, we wanted to do something special. These are words, from others survivors or just people who care, FOR YOU! 

-Katie and Britt.



"It is not your fault and you are not alone. Keeping silent won't make it go away. You are so much stronger than you think. You survived your ordeal and you WILL make it through recovery. Just remember that there are people who are and want to help, part of the journey is helping to lift each other up, to help each other find our voice so we can finally face the world around us and say "no more"."
         -NightxVision on tumblr 



"You are worth the fight to overcome this. Healing is possible, as is leading a life of possibility, hope, and joy. Although it may not seem like it now, it's going to get better. You're going to get stronger, and you'll bloom into a glorious flower. In the words of Maya Angelou, like dust, YOU will rise."

       -Nicole



"To those victims coping with sexual assault,
Please remember that it was not your fault, regardless of
what you were wearing, and where you were wearing at the time.

Remember that we all have free will, that people make choices, and that the perpetrator made a decision to commit a crime
and a sin at the moment he/she chose to victimize you.

The crime of sexual assault cannot go unpunished. Its  crime, there is a victim or victims, who suffer, sometimes for years, sometimes for the rest of their lives.

It is particularly disturbing when their is a child chosen as a victim. Education and societal retribution must be part of a solution.

It is NEVER right to force anyone to do anything against their wishes."

        -Dori







Love and hugs to everyone. Thank you for being brave! And take gentle care!!!!

 -Katie

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