10 years ago today, I was raped.
Monday, July 01, 2013
I promise this isn't a depressing blog.
When I was 19 years old, I was working as a bartender while attending college. I usually worked the "Happy Hour" shift, 3p-8p. It was the day after I returned home after my grandpa's funeral in Washington D.C. and I was working my usual shift. The bar was oddly quiet, with some of the regulars popping in but not much else. A guy came in and sat at the bar throughout most of my shift. I had never seen him before. At one point I was behind the bar and I had my back turned. The man wrapped a cord around my neck, dragged me into the back room, and raped me. I put this man in prison for 23 years.
I survived. No, actually, I've THRIVED. I have overcome so much. Things that I never thought I could overcome. As much as my heart hurts sometimes, I know deep down that I have survived one of the worst things in the world. I know that no man can take away my dignity. Not a rapist and not someone who breaks my heart. I am powerful...physically, mentally, and, despite recent evidence to the contrary, emotionally.
I want to say a heartfelt thank you to all of you amazing people. I count on you every single day. Your words of wisdom, encouragement and swift kicks in the ass refuel my tank when I feel as if I am running on fumes. I love you all and I don't know what I would do without you.