I’m not refusing to tell my story, I just refuse to live in it. I’m not a victim, I’m a survivor. I couldn’t even talk about what happened to me until this year, and even now I only pull pieces up when my own soul needs it to heal and move forward. They shocked and drugged half my memories out of me, so I remember what I need to, not what spectators want. If that disappoints you, that’s your problem, not mine.
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