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I remember for months after everything being so depressed. I didn’t think it would get better. Then there was this one day after I had left therapy and I lived by OneRepublic came on and I remember saying to myself “man Life is beautiful” and I immediately started crying. I knew in that moment that things were gonna be okay even if they weren’t in the moment. Now two years later even though there are still some days where it hits me all over again, I am doing so good. So to anyone who feels the way I felt: there’s so much life and hope/happine...


It does get better as the years go by, I barely think about it 10 years down the line. It's hard especially without justice, but it's important to try to remove the power the attacker has over your life.


I was only 6 years old when I was sexually assaulted. The first time I talked about it with anyone and said it out loud was this year. I'm now 22... that means it's been 16 years later. But I am so thankful to have the support system I do have - the support system who has been strong enough to give me the courage to finally speak up for myself ❤️

Name's Death

Name's Death
When I was younger--18,19,20. I babysat your kid.
You’d come home super drunk with your wife.
I remember my heart beating so fast and my hands sweating right before you’d walk in the front door--afraid for what was to come. You’d greet me with a kiss on the cheek while you took a selfie of us. You’d want a hug when you were in your boxers. You’d walk me home at 2 am with your arm around me, making sure I got home safely, when I really needed protection from you.


It is not your fault. It has never been your fault. It will never be your fault.

Speaking up..

You are going to be okay, recovery and healing is a long painful road. But you are still here and you are still fighting, talk to someone. You are not alone and you are loved.


You are not alone.
I hope you are growing in love and beauty everyday.
I am with you.

Love isn’t forced

I know it’s cliche but it does get better. Even if it doesn’t seem like it, you have to hold on and believe that there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. I thought about just ending it. I didn’t see a point in fighting anymore. Then I remembered that I have so much to do in this life still, and I refuse to let some scumbag control me anymore.


You are never alone. That traumatic experience does not define you, it does not define your worth, it does not get to dictate your life. You are still your own beautiful soul.


After my experience, I felt like I had nothing. I had lost my dad due to a heart attack, virginity, good reputation, and pride. All in 3 months. It wasn’t fair. I wanted so very strongly to be done with everything. I needed silence. Where no one could ever get to me again. But here I am now, about 3 years later. I am in a successful job that I adore. I take care of myself, even though a few years ago I thought I was incapable of doing so. I am strong. You are strong. WE are strong.

Recovery Cake

Recovery Cake
½ cup journal writing
2 whole, barely ripe boyfriends
3 cups stiffly beaten sister
2 tablespoons peer counseling (can be sour)
¼ cup spicy lawsuit
2 cups therapy
2 teaspoons college
6 heaping tablespoons organic employment
small pinch lukewarm volunteer work


I was a college student working a part-time receptionist job and we went out to happy hour with a group of colleagues. After a few drinks, a smaller group of us went to one colleague's apartment to hang out. You kept mixing drinks and begged me to try them - just a sip, just to taste. I started to feel a little dizzy, and you told me I could crash upstairs for a bit. I woke up in the middle of the night to you removing my clothes and touching me, but I wasn't lucid enough to do anything.

my voice has returned

Hope is so hard to have, it took me so long to gain, but with every day and every break through I know that things will change. Not just for me, but for everyone. That is the hope I have, that is the future I fight for. I determine my own resiliency and I am proud of the person I am becoming. I am proud of my voice challenging others. There is so much hope in every single day


Healing for me is recognizing the situation, my feelings and realizing when someone harasses me, it's not my fault. I am continuously working to stay strong and speak out against sexual harassment. And hopefully one day I won't need to.

Healing is possible


I would like to say thank you to all of my supportive friends, my incredibly supportive boyfriend, who has held me through panic attacks even years later, and to my university's sexual assault center, which helped me make it through several tough moments.


Your pain, your strength, your story, and your experiences are so real and so valid. You are not alone. I may not know you but I care about you and I care about your story. You do not have to carry it alone.
Yesterday, today, or tomorrow may be difficult, but you have survived every moment up until now and you will make it through. You did not deserve what happened to you and it should never have happened at all. But you are so much more than what happened to you. You are a whole person with ideas, goals, talents, humor, love, and so much mor...

You. Are. Enough.

Noone has the right to invade your personal space. Rape and Sexual Assault is wrong. Speak up. Report your incident. Get Mental Healthcare. Know that YOU matter and you are not alone. Help is available. Do not keep silent any more. Tell someone. Ask for help and accept it. You are loveable and capable.


Walnut Street

Author's Lamentation For Mother Africa.

My Name is Author.
I dated a very beautiful Lady when I graduated S.U.N.Y. E.S.F.. I was proud of the fact that I had also graduated from Syracuse University.
The Lady that I dated was Name.
As I got to know Her and it became serious; I learned that She had been raped before the age of 5 by an adult.

Survival to redemption (maybe)

Healing means to me, to be sorry for what I have done and hope people can see the person not the sex offender, and to hope that I have not caused too much pain to others, especially the girls that I exposed myself to.
Can you say redemption for past sins?

You are not alone.

If I can do it then so can you!

Acceptance with this dissonance

Healing is a process without a deadline. ( my quote and def describes it perfectly)


Dear fellow survivor,
You are not alone. What happened to you isn't your fault. What you recall is valid. How you felt about that moment is valid. How you decide to carry forward is valid. It may seem that your journey is one that you have to take alone. Alone, no. Defining what you need for yourself? Yes. There is a community that surrounds you and it is full of love and a shared identity. Lean on the community when you need to. We are here for each other.

a kid, a boy, a man, human

Just live, there`s no such thing like you will always be happy or sad, I don`t know if it`s woth it, but why to question it??? Just live.

Dear reader, the following story contains language of self-harm that some may find triggering or discomforting.



light at the end

There is hope go to a Counselor and they can offer great help outside of yourself and family and can guide you and help you on to a happy sucessful life.
I survived a number of Suicidal atempts . My advice seek help . Do not take your own life.
There is light at the end of the tunnel .


Just because you think others has/had it worse than you, doesn't make your trauma any less significant to you. Your experience matters. And it shouldn't be weighted or scaled next to others' experiences.

From a child to now, no longer a victim but rather a survivor...

Before I started my healing process, I felt like I would never get over what happened to me. I thought I was gonna feel ashamed, sad, and gross for the rest of my life. Then I woke up one day and I felt ok. Everyone heals differently; I was able to heal from my past by accepting it. Something that helped me so much through my healing process was journaling. Writing down how I felt really opened my mind, and I did so much during the healing. Healing takes time; it takes patience, and it takes commitment, but once you get there, man, let me tell...

Rape. It's such a strong word.

I was 18 and had gone back to a friend of an old friend of mine's house. I was there with him (H), his friend (J - who's house it was) my closest female friend (E) and a few others. We drank a lot and we ended up playing strip poker. I didn't feel totally comfortable with it at the time but wanted to join in. As we were playing, it became my turn to take my top off, so I did. I went to the toilet but wasn't sure where to go in this house I wasn't familiar with. J offered to show me to the toilet and I accepted. He kissed me on the way there an...

Is it really you?

Start loving yourself. Start choosing yourself. Start spoiling yourself. Start accepting failure and embrace imperfections that the world has offer. Not everything comes easy. It is okay to be discourage, it is okay to be disappointed, it is okay to be sad and it okay because this is you. You have felt all this because you are so strong to endure it. And the up above; the one who actually believes on you because he won't put you in situations you cannot handle. Lift yourself, stand up and do it again. But this time make it wise. If plan A did...

Dear reader, the following story contains language of self-harm that some may find triggering or discomforting.

Survivor. She/Her

The days when you feel like staying up until the sunrises because you're too afraid of the night now will slowly start to decrease in frequency. You won't always be checking behind your shoulder, expecting the worst. One day, you'll be able to actually look at your naked body in the mirror and know that its yours, and know that its beautiful.

Life does get better.

Message of hope.
To anyone that’s survived sexual abuse. My therapist told me, “no matter what you did or didn’t do, it wasn’t your fault” that stopped me from blaming myself.
Take time to heal yourself. If you need to, distance yourself from anyone that doesn’t believe you, that included family.


Boundaries, trust, growth

Lost Hope

Hello this is a brief summary. In summer 2017 I accepted a paid intern position and traveled to LA. I was raped by someone I casually dated. It wasn’t violent, it was quiet and I just wanted to get it over with. I took a Plan B an hour after. The next week a man and I fell deeply in love with each other and quickly became official. Then on week 6 I found out I was pregnant, and I knew it wasn’t my boyfriend’s. I secretly had an abortion without telling anyone. Then I kept getting sicker. Later I found out the abortion didn’t work and I was 14...


I am new here on this website, but I am not new to being an incest survivor. Over 35 years ago, in the 1960’s, 70’s and 80’s, I was the little girl victim of [entire childhood long] long-term father-upon-daughter incest with a non-supportive, disbelieving mother. It was a long time ago, so I am not in “danger” any longer from my abuser. But the injuries still hurt now and then and the scars are still healing. My mind is still recovering from the insanity that threatened to settle over me stemming from being raised up in that crazymaking, “g...

Life as a looked after child

I am a looked after child. Well, that is what most people know me for. Being looked after is not this lucky life where you have two families, it is a life that no one wishes for. When I was little, I thought it was a good thing, something to be thankful for. I am thankful but not in all aspects. I hate being known as a looked after child and I have my reasons.

Survivor of COCSA

My sexual assaults story is uncommon for most and hard to most people to grasp. Who would believe that children are capable of knowing and doing such gruesome things to person? Most children are not like this and their experiences are different. It first happened when I was 8 years old while, my abuser was 7 years old at the time. I remember the abuse happening gradually as we build our friendship. It first started with us doing typical kid stuff like us playing together and joking around. And one day, he asked me to play this new game with hi...


Two years later I have loving, gentle, intimate and respectful sex with the people I chose to do so with. I feel safer every day.

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