An Apology to My Ex, Part 2

In dangerous environments, survival can look like destruction.

This is the second in a two-part series—easily my most vulnerable writing to date. Please make sure you’ve read the first before starting here.

Even as I begin to type, I feel a pit in my stomach—the gnarliest kind of truth-telling. But as I always say, the first step to healing is observation and awareness. And while I’ve done a ton of work to heal from all of this—as a writer, a witness, and a victim of sexual harassment and abuse within the Democratic Party—healing is cyclical and ongoing. I hope these words can shed light on the problem, and give hope to those looking for healing, whether as individuals or as a collective.

Okay—UGGGGGGGGHHHHHH (if you know, you know)... here goes: