I’ve never told anyone my story- I brushed it to the side, hoping I’d find strength in myself to forget. I have a little sister, she needs someone to look up to- It can’t be me when I’m suffering.
This exact day a year ago, my life changed forever- I was raped from a boy at a nightclub in my own house. I have zero motivation to get out of bed today- what do i have to get out of bed for? My boyfriend cheated on me and left, my friends have all gone to uni and I was sexually assaulted at the age of 18.
Nothing seemed to make me feel better- Suicidal thoughts came into mind, so i ran myself a bath and I lay there for 6 hours. I got out, proud I hadn’t damaged my skin and got back into my pajamas. When my sister came home, smiled at me and asked if I was okay… that’s when I knew- I’m going to be okay. This little girl is my motivation and my reason to get out of bed in the morning. My family and friends- just because I’d been through hell doesn’t mean I have to miss out on my life. Yes, every day gets harder trying to live with yourself but yes, everyone is there and you’re not alone, making it that little easier.
I am now a damaged 19 year old girl, physically and mentally- but it happened and made me who I am… I am me.