Once this happened, I felt like a huge part of me was lost. A piece of me changed. I still feel like me but a piece of my happiness has been stolen. I've read other blogs saying I didn't deserve this, I deserve justice. I want so much for this feeling to go away, and does it take me reporting to do that? I have read articles of people saying it was the best thing they ever did. I never thought I'd need to report the awful thing that lingers in my thoughts day after day night after night. It is so horrible, I push it the back of my mind and pretend I've moved on. If I can't not think about it, do I live my life knowing I was wronged and that's just the way it is. I can't be silent, I can't not report--is the way I am feeling now. Why do I live feeling shameful for someone taking advantage of my body. I want to enjoy my life, but is what has happened supposed to stay with me. Survivor stories mean people move on not stay in this state of helplessness. I know many others have lived stories similar to mine and I find reassurance in the fact so many people have spoke. I think it is soon my time to speak up. I have gone through years of just being a victim, not standing up and saying this happened.