2 days ago I was cat-called on the street, and my sense of safety disappeared. Sexism in the workplace is also alive and well.
2 years ago I attempted to take my own life. I realized how awful depression and anxiety can be.
3 years ago I was assaulted in a bathroom at my university. On the place I had started to call home, in a place where I was most vulnerable. He tried to take a picture of me, and I yelled.
4 years ago I “fell in love” with someone who would rather have alcohol as his company than me. My sense of self-worth at an all-time low, I stayed because I didn’t want to be alone.
6 years ago began an abusive relationship. Manipulated and coerced into sexual acts, and in the end I didn’t have my friends anymore. My mom was right about him.
7 years ago marks the night where I said “no” to a friend. After darkness, I woke up without pants. I still don’t know. I don’t want to know.
I wish this was not the beginning.
