Remember This Day

Remember this day. I told myself to remember this day. This was the day when it all ended. This was the day I was raped.

It ended before I had words for it. .

My ability to sleep well. My ability to focus. My ability to trust. My ability to pray. My ability to believe. It all ended.

Months of therapy healed parts of my life, but it did not give me back the life I lost that day.

I learned to say the words. I learned to say “rape.” I learned to say “survivor.” I learned to own what I lost. And I v...