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healing is hard. It is tough and it will not happen overnight. keep reminding yourself that you are worthy, beautiful, strong, and you deserve to be heard.

Healing means being patient with myself. I used to cover up the emotional shit with making myself so busy that I didn't have time to sit still with myself. Now I've learned to take it easy. The world will keep spinning even if I'm at home drinking tea and watching Netflix. I'm learning to pace myself and to take days off. Schedule me time and really truly practice loving myself. For me that means prioritizing therapy and not stressing out about college like I used to. It means saying no to things that I feel like I "should" be doing and saying...

No matter how hard it gets, you are not alone. Do not think for a second that the world would be better off without you; that you'll never be able to heal. It takes time, and sometimes you never fully heal from your traumas, but it's worth it to take it step-by-step and work hard to regain what was taken from you.

Healing is learning, and believing, that you are not the things you've had done to you, and realizing that while you cannot control the actions of others, you can control your response to those actions. This allows you to start piecing your life back together, and you'll have days where you feel like you haven't made any progress at all, you'll slowly start to realize that things that once affected you deeply don't hurt as much anymore.

I got drugged on a festival and ultimately it ended up with me performing sex with a stranger without me even being conscious. I went to the festival with three of my friends. One was already asleep when a drunk guy came to our tents. He was searching for his friend, he said but then he asked if he could stay with us a bit. He was kinda funny and pretty drunk so we thought as a group that it would be okay to give him some water and let him be with us a bit. After some time my remaining awake friends said they wanted to shower and left me alone...

Im still trying to heal through all of my issues, I stay isolated and quiet and find it hard to make friends sometimes. my story started years ago as a lil boy my my older cousin always kept touching on me and laughed it off until he took me upstairs and told me how good it would feel to me. I later cried and told family in front of him he laughed and they laughed but at least it stopped . other cousins would tell what happened to me to there friends making it awkward to be around people. but with time people forgot. fast forward 3 or...

Healing is a hard one. Some days are easier than others. The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz helped me overcome a lot of my PTSD. One of the best agreements is - Always do your best. Whether it’s just getting out of bed and brushing your hair or just drinking water and staying hydrated. Just make sure you’re always trying your beat on those hard days. The sun always comes back up :)

I remember waking up that October morning and having no idea whose living room I was in. But I wasn’t panicked, just confused. Things like this, sad to say, have happened to me in the past. Go to a party, get too drunk, and brown out most of the night and wake up in an unfamiliar place. But usually I was around other friends. But this was different. I sat up on the couch and feverishly began looking for my phone for some sort of glimmer of hope that I had not been so irresponsible to have lost my phone, on top of my dignity. There, already bla...

It is still difficult for me to look back on my story and not feel that shame and embarrassment that I linked with the events time and time again. Difficult, but not impossible. My story is not one isolated incident, it is three stories piled into one. Some would say “I did not learn my lesson the first time”. Despite those people, I will share the entirety of my story. Gory details and all. For the first time today. And as painful, as challenging, as inevitability “embarrassing” as the past may be, it needs to be told. I have come to believe...

If someone chokes you fucking punch them

Eveything I do shows and increases my strength, having such a horrible experience has made me want to fill my life with extraordinary ones even more because they are now more than ever a pillar of resilience. I have went on to finish university, travel the world and have meaningful jobs that aim to change things in the world for better.

It was the guy i was dating at the time, and we were just hanging out at his house like any normal day. He’d push me into sex all the time, and i’m realizing months later i have a lot of trauma from this relationship, but this particular instance has been rattling in my head a lot lately. He started forcing himself on to me, despite that i was saying “stop” “what are you doing” he wouldn’t stop. I specifically remember the look on his face. I’ve never seen someone be able to look evil like that. evil is not a word i use, but it’s exactly how t...

“We were in a relationship so it couldn’t have been rape…right?” Wrong. Unfortunately, when the event of rape involves your partner it is often invalidated. It is a trauma that tends to get looked over because it doesn’t seem as serious. It doesn’t seem as brutal as those scenarios that make mainstream media. So I am speaking up to say that, it is very much real and it very much leaves the victim at a sense of loss and guilt. Questioning what possibly happened. Because he loves you and you love him. But this was not love. I know the feeling al...

This happened when I was 22. I met this guy from college: good looking, charming, self confident, intelligent. He was super into literature and had even published a poetry book. Anyway, we dated a total of 2 months and during this time he raped me twice, sexually coerced me most of the times we were intimate, cheated on me and had behaviours I didn't quite understand at the time - now I believe he has Narcissistic Personality Disorder.

Healing is simply acceptance and not giving her the power to affect my life.

They were a doctor, I was their patient. I consented to the ‘examination’, but not in full knowledge of what it would entail. It was a degrading and humiliating experience being ‘examined’...I didn’t know how these things should go, but knew it shouldn’t have been like that. It’s taken a toll, I carry a lot of shame and fear. I’m not even sure how to label the experience, but I’m trying to move forward.

Healing is different for everyone, but for me it's listening to myself. For so long I had been manipulated and felt I had to tune out my own wants and needs for the benefit of someone else. Healing for me has been taking time and listening to myself and doing things for me, regardless of how others may judge me for it. I make sure to take some times out of each week to put me first and practice self care.

Hearing other people's stories make em feel not alone

I think I'm normal now despite what i went through

I think I'm still trying to figure out how to accept what happened to me and that's okay. Healing isn't linear. Don't be too hard on yourself and surround yourself with people who truly, unconditionally love you.