I have never been shy or scared to talk to people about it. Maybe to honest even? But I haven’t really made it a focal point either. Everyday I see him going through his life as a monster but yet nobody REALLY knows what he did to me. They know pieces. But no one person really knows everything. I think that’s my way of protecting myself. Sadly that ends up also protecting him. Which in turn hurts me. More and more. Why can’t more women feel comfortable coming out about their rapist?
Why I am here
To talk about what happened to me. To get it off my chest. And to maybe finally feel free from what in my life’s been hurting me.
The Journey Begins
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
Stronger Than What Hurt Me 