On December 5, 2016, I almost lost my life. I suffered two gunshot wounds. I survived. I don’t even know to this day what warranted my home being attacked in that manner. There were eight shots and two different guns. One bullet went in my back and out my chest. It barely missed my spine, and it went between two main arteries by the time it reached my chest. I was also shot in my arm. I suffered broken ribs and nerve damage. Shortly after, I was diagnosed with PTSD.
There was never any resolution or any arrest made. Sometimes I am still scared, knowing that there’s someone out there with no regard for human life. I was not the intended target, just collateral. I stand in support of this initiative because violence is not okay. Gun violence is not okay. Bullets do not have names. I am a survivor of senseless violence.