I spent almost 2 years being homeless I was my father’s caretaker and when he unexpectedly passed I found myself living at motels and in my car until I was able to get back on feet. When I finally had enough to move into my apartment I was overjoyed it was suppose to be the start of a better life. I got to enjoy this apartment for less then two months before I was sexual assaulted in my own home by someone who was suppose to be a friend. On June 1st 2025 he came into my room while I was asleep I woke up to it happening I said no I said stop he apologized and was gone before the police showed up. The effects this has had on me is catastrophic mentally, physically, emotionally I am burnt to the core your home is suppose to be the safest place you can be but I haven’t felt safe since. I lay in bed and still feel his touch , his breath , I still hear his voice echoing off the wall what should have been my home has become my prison. Moving doesn’t just get me a fresh start it brings back something I want more then anything , to feel safe again it will give me a fresh start one where he won’t know where I live a new bed that’s never been touched by him the security to live my life again. He took so much from me that day so much that I still haven’t gotten back but he can’t take my voice or my ability to start over.

thank you everyone and anyone who has read this far it means more to me than you will ever know, for anyone who can relate to what I’ve been though apologizing will never be enough there are no words that can make any of it better but I do hope each and everyone of you have gotten the support you deserve.