Dear Survivor,  You didn’t ask for it as a girl, or later on, as an adult. Your year and a half of medicating PTSD with liquor taught you that you like whiskey best. Your crisis of worth taught you that any belief system that bases your worth on any notion of purity is complete bullshit. Overcoming your paralyzing fear of leering men taught you that you have the right to voice whatever the fuck you need (or don’t need). Attempting to talk about it once taught you that you cannot base your beliefs on the opinions or ideas of others and no matter how much someone may love you, they’re still flawed, human & still learning. You must decide you believe yourself in order to heal. Your overwhelming anger taught you it’s OK if hitting shit makes you feel heaps better than talking ever will. And your utter & total enjoyment of sex taught you that those assholes didn’t take shit from you that you couldn’t take back.  You’re a fucking badass. I love you.

Dear Survivor,

You didn’t ask for it as a girl, or later on, as an adult. Your year and a half of medicating PTSD with liquor taught you that you like whiskey best. Your crisis of worth taught you that any belief system that bases your worth on any notion of purity is complete bullshit. Overcoming your paralyzing fear of leering men taught you that you have the right to voice whatever the fuck you need (or don’t need). Attempting to talk about it once taught you that you cannot base your beliefs on the opinions or ideas of others and no matter how much someone may love you, they’re still flawed, human & still learning. You must decide you believe yourself in order to heal. Your overwhelming anger taught you it’s OK if hitting shit makes you feel heaps better than talking ever will. And your utter & total enjoyment of sex taught you that those assholes didn’t take shit from you that you couldn’t take back.

You’re a fucking badass. I love you.

Tani Ikedasurvivorloveletter