Finding My Voice After My Sexual Assault
It started with a whispered “no.”
It started with a whispered “no.”
Maybe my heart knew right then it had to run from you.
Four years ago, she put her life on hold, stopped all things, to save her daughter.
Addiction is a brain disease that, through a series of biochemical mechanisms resulting from repeated behaviors, creates an overwhelming, animalistic urge as pressing and intense as the bursting bladder.
We spent the whole day together, and I knew something wasn’t right. I should’ve forced you to go…somewhere.
I constantly was at your disposal, coming back to you when you decided that I was what you wanted. I realized I deserve someone that is sure of me, not someone who is back and forth with me.
I like that you make me a better version of myself.
I want to be the one who desires more, who does not accept complacency. Who wonders about how I can make an impact on someone’s life every day. Who finally makes the first move and just asks them out. Who reaches out to a friend to remind them that I care.
Stop making it feel like it was her fault. She knows it’s not, but please stop trying to make her feel like it was. You have to know that she gave it everything she had.
My fellow inmates and I know how to escape. What we don’t know, however, is the consequences behind saying those three simple yet ever-so-life-changing words that will forever open those prison bar doors.