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Life is tough.
I don't think anyone would argue with that statement and I for one, would agree wholeheartedly. I've been through things I never would have imagined could ever happen to me and unbelievably, I came out alive and most of the time, stronger for it.
Life isn't fair.
Bad things happen to good people.
Houses burn down.
Incredible human beings get cancer and die.
Babies don't make it past 2 years old or even past the womb.
Murderers get away.
People's dreams never come to fruition.
Women get raped.
Horrible, unspeakable, horrendous things happen and a lot of the time, it seems as if justice does not get served.
The truth is, I was raped.
On October 4, 2009 I was brutally raped not once but twice and nearly choked and suffocated to death.
My husband knows.
A few family members know.
Even fewer friends know.
Now, you know.
As I sit here shaking, heart pounding, feeling almost winded as if I just got done running a mile, I need to let those words sink in. Mostly for my benefit these words need to hang in the air and need to be given the time to recognize their new surroundings. Its time for them to start being a part of the world that I am a part of, rather than just a part of me. Its time for those words to start breathing on their own so I can start breathing again. For over a year and a half now, the truth of what happened to me has been tucked away in the seemingly safe yet horribly restricted confines of my mind and in the attempt to keep it secret and protected, I have lost bits of myself and have become a prisoner to this monumental burden.
I was raped and I will share the story but for now, the truth is out and hopefully I can now start traveling down the winding and ever elusive road to healing and freedom.