I was looking through my Instagram and I found my rapist. Everything came rushing back to me again. The smell. The heat. The touchy and his voice. The water and the wet hair. Nothing like having an panic attack while you are home alone! The cops didn’t do anything to him because his family has money and they sent a PI to my work to investigate me and all this other shit just to clean his name. I have been praying to god to give me the will to forgive him and give God all my anxiety and pain. I hate being like this. I am bawling because of something that happened a year and half ago.