A year ago, one of my best friends, who happens to be a guy, broke down to me about issues his girlfriend was having. He wasn’t crying, or sad, or hurt..he was angry, as he told me about how her ex had forced her a while ago (they had been together for almost a year already), he thought she should be over it. What he didn’t know, was that I had went through something of the same nature less than a year before that, and I’am still not over it now. His words, She Should Be Over It. They’re still with me. His words weren’t meant for me, and he will probably never even consider that his lesbian best friend who was considered tough amongst their group, went through anything like that. But, when I wake up in the middle of the night, gasping for air afraid to move because my dreams to fresh and he might be laying behind me still, those are the words I think of, when my muscles finally relax and I remember I’m in my bed. I can� 39;t help but think..Its been 2 years..I should be over it. When I hear his accent coming from another face, and stop walking, stop breathing, waiting to see the devil of my memories, the words of my best friend come to mind. I know he never meant any harm, and what he said was not out of cruelty, but was really just a product of ignorance. Still, I will forever remember what he said..and when My mind fills with the images of that awful week, I’ll always fear seeking help, telling anyone…Because I should be over it.
— Survivor, 21