When I go out the door I feel like I may never come back, every morning I say goodbye to go through that endless open wound where women are killed day after day: the State of Mexico.
Throughout my life I have traveled in perpetual state of alert in the areas where thousands of women have "disappeared" and like millions of women in Mexico, I daily live the fear of being raped, beaten to death, stabbed or dismembered and end up in a garbage bag while I try to get home.
We are violated at work, at school, on the street and even in our own home. We have grown up hearing heinous stories of femicides that are repeated everyday. For us, "living" has become surviving.
