Losing Faith

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Personal story.

WARNING: includes but is not limited to: rape, molestation, parental abuse, and self harm.

An English professor at a college I attended became one of my most adored friends. I would show up early to class simply to avoid being home. Eventually, we began discussing our life stories. After I shared my story, he looked at me with shock and said "I don't understand how you of all people are not strung out on drugs after everything." He tried multiple times to convince me that I should share my story.

If I gave any advice to give, do not keep quiet. I stayed silent and to this day only five people know what has happened. Seek help amongst trusted friends and family, or visit a councilor. I didn't speak up because I didn't want to ruin anyone else's life. "They were young and didn't know better," I would tell myself. That's a lie that I tricked myself into believing.

If I could go back and scream at the top of my lungs, I would. Don't make my mistake.