Julie Bloss Kelsey

I didn’t know I was a victim of gun violence for more than forty years. Once I hit my twenties, I knew I had been sexually assaulted as a child. I carried bits and pieces of that memory, always in fragments: opening the door to a stranger, a breeze through an open window, curled into a little ball by my toy chest. I held these pieces tightly even though they didn’t make any sense.

Years of therapy followed. I tried talk therapy and EMDR, self-help groups and books. I kept searching for the missing piece that would bring me back together. I knew there was something important I had forgotten.