I wanted to bloom - like a colorful flower. Loving myself immensely, embracing my own existence, being completely free!But my desire was brutally torn, shredded, and attempted to be uprooted. But those were not unknown hands. They were the same hands that I once trusted as father, brothers, friends, or my own.Trust, which should be the most beautiful foundation of any relationship. That very trust became the biggest wound of life.Yes, these words are definitely mine. But this is the shared cry and experience of thousands of women whose lives were torn before they could bloom. This is not just...