Less than 24 hours ago I shared, very publicly and for the first time (on Facebook's Pantsuit Nation), a story that, 5, 10, 15 years ago, I never, ever imagined I'd share.
It is the story of crisis. My crisis. An event that gave me staggering pain, shame and fear for a very long time.
Pinned to a cold, hardwood floor, by a stranger whose friends were also gathered round to take it all in, I didn't know if I'd make it out of that room alive, no less live on to become a mother, wife, teacher, coach and business owner.
But here I am.
What I share here today is not a political post, at least it does not intend to be.
It's not designed to solicit pity or discomfort.
It's a post that is designed to show you that, no matter your crisis -- whether that's in your personal life or your career, whether you caused it, or it was imposed on you without warning or fairness -- you pretty much have two choices:
Let it shred you, or use it as fuel to shape you into a warrior.
With the help of this election season, an amazing counselor, and the overwhelming goodness and support of 40,000 strangers on Facebook yesterday, I choose the latter.
Today, I fill out my application to serve on the Speakers Bureau for RAINN, the nation's largest anti-sexual violence organization. If accepted, I will continue to use my voice to help others heal, rise up and then announce very loudly, "This will not be the end of my story, folks. Not by a long shot."
If you're in the midst of any kind of crisis right now, I am so sorry. I want you to know you are loved, you are supported, and that you matter.
If you're in the midst of crisis, I beg you not to let it shred you.
Because, now more than ever, the world needs more warriors.