Ava sat in a circle of chairs, surrounded by women who shared her experience. They were all survivors of the sanitarium, and they had all been through hell. But they were also strong, resilient, and determined to heal.
The support group had been Ava's idea, born out of her own need for connection and understanding. She had reached out to other survivors, and they had all come together to form a safe space.
As they shared their stories, Ava felt a sense of solidarity with the other women. They understood her in a way that no one else could. They knew what it was like to be broken, and to be rebuilt.
The group was a sanctuary, a place where they could be themselves without fear of judgment. They laughed and cried together, and they supported each other through the tough times.
Ava looked around the circle, seeing the faces of women who had become like sisters to her. There was Emily, who had knocked on her door a few weeks ago. There was Sarah, the journalist who had helped Ava tell her story. And there were others, each with their own unique experience.
As they talked, Ava felt a sense of gratitude towards these women. They had become her tribe, her support system. They had helped her heal, and they had given her a sense of purpose.
The group discussed their plans for the future. Some were going to testify against the sanitarium, while others were working on rebuilding their lives. Ava listened, feeling a sense of pride and admiration for these strong women.
As the meeting came to a close, Ava felt a sense of peace. She knew that she was not alone, and that she had found a community of women who understood her.
The group hugged each other, a symbol of their solidarity and support. Ava smiled, feeling a sense of hope. She knew that she would always carry the scars of her experience with her, but she was determined to heal and move forward.
As they parted ways, Ava felt a sense of excitement for the future. She knew that she would continue to fight for justice, and that she would always stand up for what was right.
The support group had given Ava a new sense of purpose. She was no longer just a survivor; she was a advocate, a voice for those who had been silenced.
And as she walked away from the meeting, Ava felt a sense of pride and determination. She knew that she would always be a warrior, fighting for herself and for others.
The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the city. Ava smiled, feeling a sense of hope and renewal. She knew that she would always face challenges, but she was ready.
She was no longer alone, and she had found a community of women who would stand by her side. Together, they would face the future, and they would emerge stronger and more resilient than ever before.