My very own horror movie

I went out to meet a guy. We ended up going back to his house. He made me a drink. This would be the first drink I had all night. Somehow when I finished it I was just disgustingly sick. I couldn’t stay awake and I was throwing up everywhere. While I was in the bathroom trying to pull myself together it dawned on me that I had been drugged. By the grace of God I was able to call a ride and leave safely. I don’t think I was raped, but I can remember some unwanted sexual acts(kissing, him making me touch his penis, and him rubbing his penis in my face)happening. I can’t sleep thinking about it. I can’t tell anyone. It’s so embarrassing. I did go to my local police station to file a report. However, it’s not considered a crime at this point because I don’t think I was raped, ig. I didn’t want to have a rape kit done and the officer didn’t think I needed it. By the time I was able to get myself together enough to take care of myself get help and everything a whole day had passed. There is about ten minutes of the night I can’t account for, but I don’t have any bruises or pains or anything that would indicate that I may have been raped. I actually would rather not know what all happened that night. The memories I have are tough enough to deal with. I am so grateful to be alive and unharmed as far as I can tell. I’m mentally scarred. I don’t know how I let this happen to me. I guess I needed to be reminded that you can’t trust everyone. Not all people think the same. I didn’t think agreeing to have a drink was the new consent to sex with someone. I’m repulsed. I still don’t feel well even with the medication I have. This is awful. Tomorrow I have to go back to work to save lives meanwhile my world is crumbling around me. I’ve never felt so alone. 😭🤢 please just pray for me or whatever positive things others do!