Just something I realized and wanted to share today. 3 years ago when I was 17, I was gang raped by 3 men at a party I attended. My parents reported it to the police but I was terrified of the effect the case would have on my life so they dropped it (something I have regretted ever since). Going back to school after was awful. Everyone created a narrative while I had been gone that I was a slut and so that narrative is what I became. On my first day back I was asked if my parents had pulled me out because I slept with so many dudes. I had had sex with one person before this. I started sleeping around, developed an unhealthy addiction to drinking and became bulimic. I hated myself more and more with every person I slept with, and was convinced the next one would finally "save me". They, of course, never did. So finally I decided I wouldn't let this be my life anymore. I am now 4 months in official recovery for bulimia. I have a 3.4 College G.P.A, and have met the greatest guy & have the greatest friends. For the first time in 3 years I can say I'm truly honestly happy and while what happened will never go away, I will never let it control me again. Sorry for the random post, was just really excited and needed people to share with who don't live around me. Thanks for reading :)

Edit// Wow wow I am shocked this blew up the way it did. I can literally not say thank you enough for the support from everyone on here. It means more to me than you know. I am honored that my struggle can inspire people, and for those who are going through recovery currently YOU GOT THIS! I'll come back and reply to everyone after class today. Thanks so much <3