#RunawayTeens
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When “Home” is a Disappearing Act There is a specific kind of silence that comes with a heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. It’s a suffocating, frozen silence that feels like the world has turned its back on you. At thirteen years old, I wasn’t waiting for the magic of the morning. I was a ghost… Read more
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Pour yourself a cup, because this is from the soul. There’s a powerful truth I’ve learned on my journey: people often walk around carrying the weight of others’ hope and faith, only to get so lost in the praise that they lose sight of the mission. They turn up the volume of their own success… Read more
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I know what it’s like to be a girl in the wilderness.Not the kind of wilderness you read about in novels, but the real, raw kind. The kind I entered at twelve years old, when I ran away from an abusive, drug-addicted mother. My world became the streets, a desperate fight for survival that lasted… Read more
