your story matters to me

Hi everyone,

I am a survivor, and I wish I had a story about how I heal; I don’t because I only joined the survivor club this semester. Right now, I feel lost and confused. I haven’t digested what happened completely. Everything is fresh, I haven’t told anyone except my roommate because I don’t know if anyone would care. I have always seen my family as loving, but this is an issue I don’t think they will understand. They are more traditional, and I’m afraid their reaction to this news will be to blame me, play it off, or tell me to talk to our pastor. My family is really religious and active in our church, I am too. Well, I was... I’m not sure how to go back home over break and do all these church things when what happened that night is making me question my faith.

I know this is a platform for healing stories, but I hope this will get posted anyway. I have read all the posts and check multiple times a day, hoping to find new ones. I heard a couple members of greek life talking about how they wanted to write a blog, but we’re afraid that someone would expose them or that it wouldn’t make a difference. I would like to say that it would make a difference to me. Every story, I have read them all multiple times and at this point, the strength of the people who wrote those is helping me get out of bed every day. These blogs must be challenging to write for survivors, but I want to tell survivors their stories make a difference to me and others in similar situations. In the future, I hope I can write one of the blogs and help someone. If you’re reading this and want to write a blog but are scared to, I want you to know that it matters to 1 person at least. If you are reading this because you’re in the same situation, I can’t help but you aren’t the only one.

-anonymous