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"I know it’s just a jacket and it doesn’t have a conscience or feelings or even pronouns but it felt like yet another girl he hurt and got away with. The last piece of 19 year old me and her innocence and hope peeled apart fiber by fiber, opened up entirely, with nothing to show for it.

I miss my jacket. My brother got me that jacket. We aren’t even close, and somehow that adds another layer to it. I have so many photos of me in that jacket, even one of my headshots. I’ve been trying to shop for another denim jacket but it just seems wrong. Like she deserves to be honored better for her sacrifice than to be replaced so callously.

I miss my jacket."

✨ Read "In Memory of a Denim Jacket" by Isabela Estrada: https://bravercollective.org/stories/in-memory-of-a-denim-jacket ✨

About the Author: Isabela Estrada is a New York-based actor, artist, and former survivor advocate whose work explores the intersection of sexual violence and the arts.

We do everything right. We hand over the evidence, make the calls, and recount our stories to the police, only to end up entirely depleted.

We spend our most valuable emotional currency trying to find justice. And then, we reach the end of the script, and nothing happens. We are left holding a clinical, polite response: "We believe you, but...We will let you know."

When external systems leave us with absolutely nothing, we have to stop waiting for them to give us permission to heal.

In her survivor story, “A set of good enough feelings,” Jamorra Monae DuBose Morris captures this exact, exhausting void. Jamorra reminds us that believing ourselves has to be a good enough feeling. It might be all we’ve got left right now, but it is an honest place to finally start rebuilding.

🔗 Read the full piece here: https://bravercollective.org/stories/a-set-of-good-enough-feelings

About the author: Jamorra Monae DuBose Morris ( ) is an Off-Broadway director, playwright, and mental health advocate who shares her experiences transparently to create inclusive spaces where diverse survivor voices are seen and heard.

“People are drowning in plain sight.
People are breaking behind polite smiles.
People are begging to be seen without saying a word.
If we loved each other right,
if we treated each other like souls instead of scenery, hurt would be less triggering.
if we cared before the tragedy”

Ebony’s story is a heavy but necessary reminder: we are so often walking through life drowning in plain sight, waiting for anyone to notice and hold the pain with us.

To anyone reading this who is quietly carrying that weight: You are seen. You are not alone in the deep end.

🔗 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 "𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐲:"
https://bravercollective.org/stories/inspiration-for-ebony

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐨: Jade Thornsburg is an author, student, and advocate for individuals affected by domestic violence, human trafficking, and sexual abuse. Her work focuses on mental health, generational trauma, and resilience, giving voice to experiences that are often overlooked.

We are holding space for the emotions that feel so massive, so overwhelming, we don’t always know where to put them or how to carry them.

Within this community, there is room for all of it. We are holding space for whatever we need to feel to survive and to heal.

In this feature of “Survivor Voices from the Archive: Vol. 1,” we are holding space for 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞.

Our rage is righteous, burning, and deeply justified and we refuse to pretend "it’s OK." We know it never was, and we know it never will be. It is our fierce refusal to let a comfortable world sanitize our pain. We have a right to be angry.

Today, we witness each other’s rage, we honor our own, and we let the fire burn.

Leave a 🔥 in the comments if you are holding space for your rage today.

Have you ever been working and realize you’ve just been blankly staring at your screen for an unknown amount of time?

For survivors, the workplace isn’t just a place to “get things done,” it is a sensory minefield. Between open floor plans and the constant pressure to be "on," our bodies can quietly decide we aren’t safe, triggering a state of Fight, Flight, Freeze, or Fawn.

When your nervous system is occupied scanning for danger, productivity and focus doesn’t just feel hard; it feels impossible.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 “𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐛.”

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.

Whether you’re stepping into your first internship or you’ve been navigating office dynamics for years, masking a trauma response can be exhausting. It takes a specific set of tools to move from just “getting through the day” to actually feeling settled and safe in your space.

In the latest insight article by Karina Davila, she shares 5 practical tips for navigating the workplace as a survivor.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞: https://bravercollective.org/resources/5-tips-for-navigating-your-workplace-as-a-survivor

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫: Karina Davila is a designer, researcher, artist, and writer whose life and work are shaped by her experience as a survivor of child sexual abuse. She channels that truth into advocacy, education, and healing—believing deeply in the power of design and storytelling to shift culture, spark conversation, and create the conditions for genuine connection and safety.

Your story is not a collaborative project. It belongs to YOU.

As survivors, we know that trauma can continue in the "after." It lives in the moments when our truth is bartered, whispered away, or rewritten by people who weren’t even there. It is a theft of reality, when those closest to us decide what happened to us before we’ve even had the chance to process it ourselves.

Today, we hold space for Isabel’s "My Never Ending Nightmare.” We honor the strength it takes to rebuild a reality that others tried to tear down. By witnessing Isabel’s story, we begin to reclaim the right to our own narratives.

Healing requires us to stop accepting the stories told about us so we can finally make room for the stories told by us. This is how we take our power back.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥’𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, "𝐌𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞," 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞: https://bravercollective.org/stories/my-never-ending-nightmare

Isabel Morgan currently serves as an Officer in the United States Air Force, continuing to develop her creative practice alongside her career. Her work is informed by themes of duty, identity, and perspective, bringing a thoughtful and distinctive voice to contemporary writing.

Decades of “it wasn’t that bad.” Decades of “it was my fault.” Decades of “we were dating, so it wasn't really r**e.”

We bargain with the truth to simply survive.

When r**e happens within a relationship, the trauma is wrapped in a layer of profound confusion and doubt. We rewrite the story just to stay afloat because the truth is too heavy: the person who was supposed to be our safe space is the one who hurt us.

The anatomy of doubt is complex. It is reinforced by a culture that tells us “no” doesn’t count if you’ve already said “yes” a thousand times before.

Healing means realizing that “love” is never a substitute for consent. It means deconstructing the lie that intimacy gives someone else ownership over your own body.

It means realizing it was r**e. It wasn’t our fault. And it was that bad.

🔗 Click to read “Decades of Doubt” by Stephanie Beth Brescia: https://bravercollective.org/stories/decades-of-doubt

Stephanie (she/her) is a writer from the Midwest who focuses on poetry and creative nonfiction. After staying silent for thirty-two years, she started writing to finally put words to the feelings she couldn't explain. She writes to help herself heal, but also to let other survivors know they aren't alone. She knows how helpful it is to hear someone else say exactly what you’ve been thinking, and she hopes her words provide that same comfort to others.

As survivors, we often use competence as armor. We try to be dependent on no one but ourselves, building lives that look solid from the outside. We think being “strong” and “fine” will help us outrun our past, but being “strong” isn't a personality trait, it’s survival.

In, “My Body Remembers,” Cynthia Hansford writes about the moment her armor begins to thin, forcing a raw, face-to-face encounter with the coping mechanisms that once kept her safe.

“No one warned me about the moment when the past stops behaving like the past. It returns quietly, not as memory, but as something alive beneath my ribs... I worked harder than most people around me. Not from ambition, but because competence felt like armor. If I stayed useful, no one could discard me. I became the person who handled everything and needed nothing. I climbed out. I built something that looked solid. Or I thought I did.”

Cynthia’s story doesn't offer a neat resolution. It captures the specific way we carry our past, the types of coping mechanisms we use, and how extremely heavy work it is to dismantle those defenses. It is an honest look at what happens when "doing everything right" isn't enough to keep you safe.

There’s no resolution yet. No bright side. Just the weight of it, unfinished, heavy, and real.

Read Cynthia’s latest story here: https://bravercollective.org/stories/my-body-remembers