I was raped in November 2008. January 2011, I entered a courtroom and told the story of my rape. I told this story in front of many family and friends, and the man that rape me. I have struggled the past 2 years with many PTSD symptoms and after my testimony I thought my work was done. Boy, was I wrong. The jury ultimately found him not guilty, even though we had tons of evidence and his story didn’t make sense. I have now realized that my story did not end in that courtroom. I have many gifts and strengths to offer to my community. Results of the trial did nothing but empower me to do good things and spread the word about sexual assault.
I’m sorry that you didn’t find your peace in the court, but I am amazed at your courage and that you are not giving up the fight. Stay strong.