I was watching this episode the other day of a TV show called Samantha Who. The main story revolves around Samantha, who has amnesia after she is hit by a car, and struggles with figuring out who she wants to be.
In that particular episode, she wants to “be a good person” and decides to go to Africa to help people. That made me think. We all seek our own Africa. It might be trying to be a better person, or a dream job we chase, or visiting a place on the other end of the world.
But even when we have enough courage to chase after what we want, there are things we can’t predict.
Chasing after my dreams, I couldn’t predict all.
I couldn’t predict I will get raped.
But I did.
I was raped a little after turning 21, and it turned my whole life upside down.
2 years later I have dealed with most of the emotional aftermath of the rape. I am not the scared girl looking after my shadow anymore. So I’m chasing after my Africa.
Some days I’m still in pain, or angry. Getting over it is not a singular event. It happens in waves and moments, some close together and some far apart. Every time I think I have cleared all of it, some new aspect of it hits me. Sometimes it’s hard getting out of bed, some days I have all the power I need to go on, and fight for my dreams. I never know which day will be which.
This blog is about rebuilding your life after something traumatic happens to you- and about achieving your dreams while doing so.
About dealing with the aftermath or rape and violence and finding the strength to move on.