I remember wanting love. I remember being a young and innocent high school girl with a crush. I remember dating a boy I loved, who claimed he loved me, and I remember how it felt when he forced himself inside of me, after I told him no countless times. I remember hating myself and hating him, crying myself to sleep, withdrawing from family and friends, panic attacks and using self harm to cope. Although remembering is painful, I’m beginning to heal. I’m starting to forgive, I’m starting to love myself again.