As a sexual assault survivor, I'm tired of being silenced and I won't allow that to happen anymore. It's time to share my story and scream loudly that I will not tolerate rape culture. Our country is in a terrifying place and this is my way of fighting to fix that.
It took a while after Part One was posted before I was able to write Part Two. It's extremely difficult to go back to the dark places where I once lived, so it takes me a while to get that courage back in order to do so. When I'm not actively thinking about these past experiences, I'm able to think of them as belonging to someone who no longer exists because I have grown past all of these things. Unfortunately, when I actually start writing them, I feel every ounce of pain and fear that I once felt as if I was still there. I know it's irrational, but when is Depression ever rational? At any rate, here is Part Two of what is turning into a very long story.