Hello, my name is Hannah, and I am a sophomore. When I was young, I was molested. This wasn’t just a one-time scarring situation; it happened for years and years. I hid it from my memory for quite some time.
At around 7th grade, I began to hurt myself. I’m quite the perfectionist, so I felt that punishment was necessary for my imperfections. As the memories started to come back, I hurt myself more. By 8th grade, I was a huge, panicky mess. I had one friend to confide in who aided me, but I was still on my own.
Eventually, and with much prayer, I saw that my self-abuse was only causing me more pain, aside from the immediate relief. It merely dug me deeper into a hole. I eventually stopped, but gradually. As for the memories, I work at a summer camp and have shared my story with many girls. It has helped them get through hard times, and I’ve had a few tell me I’ve saved their lives. My past is a part of me and makes me who I am, so I no longer wish it to be hidden. When shared, it not only makes an impact but also relieves the huge weight, knowing I’ve helped others. This is how I got through.