In August 2005, I was raped by someone known to my family. I was drunk and passed out when it happened. For a long time, I felt like it was my mistake. Like it was my fault that someone had done this to me.
I remember people asking me if it really happened. My brother asked me if it was true. I wish it wasn’t.
The weight that I’ve carried for the past 10 yrs has been unbearable at times. I would try so hard to forget, but I’ve thought about my assault every single day.
I hope that finally sharing my story will start this much delayed and much needed healing process.