Letter to an Unlikely Helper
Now that some time has passed, I want to take a moment to truly offer thanks. If I hadn’t been handed that simple phrase — “Let Them” — I might never have realized how deeply I was drowning and how desperately I needed change. The crisis it triggered ended up saving my life, and my children’s lives. With all the history and all the insight I’d shared about my trauma, it’s taken me a long time to understand that maybe it arrived in my hands at exactly the moment I needed it most.
As a result, I’ve reached a reclamation I never dreamed possible. After all the years of people asking whether I’d ever thought to put the poetry with music, I finally did — and it has been healing in ways I didn’t know existed. I never imagined I’d have thousands of streams in my first two weeks, but here I am. Each piece I transform becomes another center of gravity in my constellation.
Going back through my old work, I realized that any song I ever wrote lyrics for was always meant to be part of this. Separating my words from the music that once tethered them has been necessary and liberating. The words have always belonged to me, and they deserved to be set free.
Many of the pieces that once lived only in notebooks or memories are out there now, part of the musical universe I’m creating. They’re available to anyone who wants to listen, on whatever platform they use.
Thank you, truly. I couldn’t have done this without the strange, unexpected catalyst that set everything in motion.
Survivor Literacy 
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