Nothing beats the pain of losing yourself to somebody you barely even know. Nothing beats the pain of crying when you know it isn’t enough. Nothing beats the pain of wanting to die when you know death may not even be the answer.
Mia was your regular College girl. Pretty, charming, and smart. When everyone else thought it was a blessing, Mia later realized, it was rather a curse. For it was that same pretty and charming face that brought her to her agonizing situation.
Raped at 18.
And was forced to mature at such a young age.
Mia couldn’t actually recall the details anymore. Or maybe she chose to forget. Or maybe, forgetting was her way of coping.
Did forgetting help? Maybe yes, maybe no. One thing was sure though, it helped her moved on.
She intentionally forgot even the face of her perpetrator, the man who took away her innocence, the man who gave her endless nights of crying alone, and the man who at some point made her want to end her life.
But, forgetting helped. And oh, there was one more.
She never spoke about the abuse, to anybody, to anyone.
She kept her silence for so long. And yes, for some reasons and probably by the grace of God, her silence helped her forget and eventually moved on.
Now, years after, she chose to speak up. And why, now? Because she has found her peace now, and in her peace, she can better narrate her story and empower young women.
She promised herself, that she will devote her time, her expertise, and her resources to help victims of abuse and violence cope and survive.
And yes, Mia moved on; but she was never healed. Moving on, is entirely different from healing. Mia realized this by helping fellow victims.
Mia, is a victim, helping other victims.
Mia is healing by helping.