A Letter to My Rapist
As I’ve been reading, re-reading, editing, and deliberating over a throng of submissions for What a Woman is Worth, I’ve held up. Mostly. For every heartbreaking essay, there is one that heals, and I am grateful and hopeful for the good each will do.
But a good friend pointed out that maybe I might be getting a little immersed in the mire, and she didn’t want me to get stuck.
So I wrote a letter that all this emotional book work inspired, a letter that was far more important to write than it would be to send, and I am sharing it for my monthly contribution to A Deeper Story today. I want you to be warned about the backdrop of the post, but it’s not a post that ought to get any of us stuck. Because more– much more– than being about rape, it’s about forgiveness. And that’s the most freeing thing I know.
I understand if you can’t, but I’d love if you would read today’s post at A Deeper Story.