There is a young woman in Nevada that I don't really know. I've never met her. I've never spoken to her, never received a letter or an email from her. I don't even know whether or not she knows I exist. But what I do know about her is that her story needs to be shared.
Kirstin Lobato's story isn't a happy one, at all. So few are these days; we all have times of pain and struggle in our lives, because life doesn't quite work right sometimes. And no matter who understands or doesn't understand, it is always very real to us, and who we are.
Which is exactly the point. A personal nightmare can belong to any one of us, or to someone we know and love. Friend, family, co-worker. Doesn't matter. It happens in life. And when it does, that silent suffering seems inescapable.
You know what I'm talking about.
If I have useful skill, it is to give a voice to those stories that need a voice. That's why I'm here. That's what I am doing. Click the link, and read about this particular injustice. Even if you doubt it would happen to you or those you care about, this is one of those dark, silent places where people fell when they shouldn't have. A place where no one can truly understand, and very few seem to care. We all know that place.