The tech at the abortion clinic who said, "you're 10 weeks, we're gonna say 8.5, okay?" literally SAVED MY LIFE
The older lady who saw me working the theater district and without a word slipped me a 20, SAVED MY LIFE
The nurse at the ER who refused to buy my bullshit story when I walked in and said I needed STD prophylaxis- she SAVED MY LIFE
The other victims I met while being trafficked, the older girl who told me, "shut the fuck up, don't posture like that," she SAVED MY LIFE
Even the young guy who was in with the traffickers, who got in over his head and snuck us oreos and cheez-its- he SAVED LIVES
The other survivors I've met in the aftermath who have listened and shared their wisdom- they've SAVED LIVES
You know who's never come close to saving my life? The cops. The court system. The Feds. Wider society as a whole, even. I've never been helped or cared for by these systems. I've been helped and cared for by PEOPLE. By regular human people who were all just doing their best.
More than it's ever haunted me that these awful systems and evil people exist, it haunts me that I'll never be able to thank any of those good people who've saved me. It haunts me that they'll never know how much of an impact they've made. The way I repay them is to try to bring that same energy into the world- and maybe do the same for others without even knowing it.
I think we're naive to look to something massive and uncaring to save us, when we've always been quietly and dutifully saving each other.






















