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#2 "Weren't Alone"

Wiping at her eyes, she breathed for what felt like the first time since she'd began speaking. She'd told a group of girls her story and she didn't know if they were judging her, if they were proud of her or if they just laughed in their mind.

But she felt free... free that if she could tell the one truth she'd hid for all these years then she could do anything.

"At this time anyone who has questions can ask."

Pastor Duncan said as Kaitlyn took a seat.

She didn't know if she was ready for the questions to come but just as life she was taking this step by step. Taking a deep breath and just allowing herself to be.

Numerous hands raised and she could feel her heart pounding at her chest. Pounding to break free, to run, hide and disappear from all of this.

But instead of allowing it to show, she allowed a smile to take its place on her lips and pointed at a girl in the middle section of the group of girls.

"Hi. I just want to say that I really love your testimony."

"Thank you."

Kait's insides warmed.

"My question is do you still struggle and if you do what are some things you do to fight the temptation that comes?"

"Ouu. I like this question... I really like it... Honestly I haven't gotten urges since thank God for that."

She raised her palm to the sky.

"But I have set boundaries for myself because self control is a daily battle. It's not easy to defeat the flesh and it's urges and just feed your spirit. So I had to put things in place to purify my mind daily... So movies with sex is a no for me, along with books and anything that might act as a trigger. I'm basically like an alcoholic not going to a bar to tempt myself."

She placed the glass to her lips as she allowed the liquid to quench her thirst.

A honey mustard girl stood to her feet.

"Off of what my friend asked. Do you miss it?"

Kaitlyn pondered the question. The images of her past replaying her mind. What she'd overcome and what she'd been succumbed too.

Did she miss it?

"I don't. The person I was before felt silenced. Most of my childhood life I had this impression that no one was there for me. I couldn't talk to anyone or that no one would understand me. But being open, letting people in, opened me up to beautiful friendships, to wonderful close relationships, I never thought I'd have with my family."

Kait allowed each word to come from her heart. She thrived off of being honest, open and transparent.

"How do you feel telling your story? I'm sure it's not easy."

The question was shot at her and Kaitlyn allowed a chuckle to escape her lips.

"It isn't. It's so hard and nerve wrecking but I felt in my spirit that it was time to stop hiding my past. Like I had people that I crossed paths with that felt I was perfect because I didn't have any sexual struggles at this age. And in my mind I'm like I struggled all throughout my childhood for years... I'm far from perfect and I'm thankful that I overcame my struggles. But I can't blame people for thinking I'm perfect when they don't know my story because I haven't told them."

Her shoulders rose and fell.

Hands began to raise instantly like a packed classroom of kids that knew the answer to the teachers question. Kaitlyn took a deep breath, taking each question one at a time.