TW//SA i’ve rewritten this a million times now, & it never gets any easier to be vulnerable about something so personal. april is sexual assault awareness month. a lingering reminder of the absolute lowest part of my life. i can sit here & say it made me a better person & how i’m way stronger, but i didn’t really want to have to become stronger. i was 18, just excited to start college. to play softball. to make new friends. every ounce of personality & happiness i had in 2018 was destroyed in the span of an hour. & honestly, i will never be the same person i was. i still feel the distinct touch that i desperately tried to scratch off until i bled. i remember losing every single friend i thought i had. i remember thinking suicide was my only option. i sobbed & screamed in my room almost every single day. i had no resources, no help, no support. i wanted to go home so badly & stop fighting. i also knew if gave up, i wouldn’t be able to sit here & fight for other survivors. i decided to ...