Reading your letter makes me almost thankful (in a weird way) that my rapist drugged me first. I don’t remember his name, face, or anything about that night. I can’t imagine having to relive that every day of my life. I’m glad you had family and friends to lean on, because keeping it bottled in isn’t healthy, I’ve learned that the hard way. I hope you continue to heal, I know how hard it can be.
Reading your letter makes me almost thankful (in a weird way) that my rapist drugged me first. I don’t remember his name, face, or anything about that night. I can’t imagine having to relive that every day of my life. I’m glad you had family and friends to lean on, because keeping it bottled in isn’t healthy, I’ve learned that the hard way. I hope you continue to heal, I know how hard it can be.