I got hit with the big question this week.
Question (accompanied by baffled look): "Why would you tell anyone about your rape?"
I dug deep about my "why". Sure, I could keep it a secret another 25 years. I have a good life. I could hide my rape until my death and beyond and not let a soul know.
But MY TRUTH and my "why" and what my soul burns for is that I want the world to know. I want you to know. Not because I want pity, not because I want to make a business out of my rape, not because I want attention. But because I have a deep, genuine, and true desire LEAPING out of me to help survivors. I don't want anyone to ever sit alone in their closet and cry (I have done this plenty). I don't want anyone else to think they are crazy (I honestly thought I was). I don't want anyone to have the middle of your core shame feeling that they are the only one with this secret. Rape is not a secret. It's a crime. And I'm done being silent about it.
This is my face. I was raped. It wasn't my fault. I don't care who knows. I'm sharing my story. I'm sharing what helped me. I'm sharing which products I used and which methods I tried to heal myself. I want to help others. Even if I only help one, my speaking up will be worth it.