You won’t ever be the same, and parts will always hurt, but this doesn’t have to define you for the rest of your life.’ As I said the words something in me clicked. I had been letting so much of what had happened in my past define me – to factor in every decision every day. What happened with Ben was awful. It was humiliating. It was degrading. It had left me in pieces, relying on alcohol and pills and being branded a flake by everyone I knew. But it didn’t have to define the rest of my life – I didn’t have to let it lead me to make the same mistakes again.
