Hello, being here now feels like it took forever. Three years of scrambling and grasping at straws to be alive today. When I was 16 I reported my CSA to a teacher and shit really hit the fan when my family knew. My abuser was in another country and my parents told him to stay there or he'd be arressted. You could imagine the feelings of absolute horror, disgust and sadness I felt at the reaction of many adults at the time making the situation worse or minimising what I have been through. I couldn't cope at the time so I got landed in a psych ward and could not start my therapy until nine months after when I got out. Now 20 I'm still not sure of what's to come but bring it on. I love a challenge and if anything comes in my way I swear to big man upstairs I'll obliterate it. I am strong not weak for showing who I am and for defending myself when No one was on my side. I know I've got a long road ahead but in this moment I am confident that I will love myself and get to where I want to go because this is just the beginning of journey.