As I sit here typing this, I’m in awe that I’m even here to type it. It has been a year since I was sexually assaulted by my ex boyfriend. I was molested by my grandfather from ages 4-8. So this was not my first experience. The amount of times I wanted to run away, or fake my own death, or actually even end my existence are so high. It’s been a hard road and I’ve got a lot of hard road left to go. But I’m doing it. We can all do it. We’re in this together