I wish it never fucking happened.
I hate that it is still happening today and that it has happened to people that I’m close to, robbing what’s theirs.
As soon as you experience something like that, you don’t know what’s going through your mind. You’re Googling things, you’re trying to figure out what’s going on - telling someone is the biggest piece. And it’s the hardest.
When you start becoming open about it, you start realizing that people are there and they are there to help you.
There’s probably someone very close to you who has gone through the same thing, or going through something similar and is dying for someone to say something so that they can start the process of healing together.