@Ladyv28 28 July 2020 edited more from that month

The journey of my life(how I became a strong lady)

My journey is of lessons, I never thought a day like this would come when I have to share my darkest secret and deepest pain, but I am happy I am doing this. It shows I have completely gotten over my pain. The day I wrote my PUTME(Post Unified Tertiary Matriculation Exam), this is an exam you write in Nigeria before being admitted into the University. I thought I would go back that same day because my exam was in the morning so I didn't plan for a night over.  Unfortunately to me, I didn't finish the exam on time, I had to a sleepover. Nowhere to stay, I didn't t know anyone in school so I decided to sleep in the church. On my way to the church I met a young lady, she was coming back from travel with luggage, I offered to help her and we got talking. I told her about my plan to sleep in the church, she said the Church won't be conducive for me that I should come and stay with her for the night, I was so happy at least I will get a place to bath. To cut the long story short, I spent the night in her house, but she left the room around 10 pm, saying she was going for a party but before then a guy came to the house, whom she introduced to me as her brother she said the brother lived in the next house so he would be going back soon because I told her I can't sleep with her brother alone in the room. After some hours of waiting for the so-called brother to go so I can lock the door, I slept off, in the middle of my sleep I felt hands holding me tight, I thought it was a dream but it wasn't, they pinned me down and devoured me like a vulture, the worst part, it was my first time so you can imagine how painful. They left me there to bleed to death, I was so weak, I laid in the pull of my own blood almost dead, luckily to me some legionaries came to preach, they saw me and took me to hospital, they couldn't call my parents because those rapists took my phone. After the incident everything about me changed, I developed a hatred for men, the incident almost turned me to a lesbian. The trauma was too much and I couldn't tell anyone because I knew I would be blamed.  My mother and siblings noticed I wasn't cheerful as I use to, they kept on asking me what was wrong, I got tired of their questions, luckily to me, admission list came out, I got admission. Thank God I have a reason to leave the house, I told my mother I am going back to school she bought everything for me so I left the house. I didn't go back to school, I couldn't go back to school because school reminds me of what I went through. I relocated to another state, a place where nobody knew me, my family thought I was in school. I stayed one year in Bayelsae State Nigeria alone, I hawk, I roasted corn, sold sachet water in the market did all menial jobs just to sustain myself for that one year, there I met good friends. I started recovering, and I joined legionaries there.  My stay in Bayelsa State Nigeria restored my sanity, I become strong again but I vowed never to let such happen to me again, so when I came back I joined marshal, I learned karat. I started relating with guys again, the incident really made me realize how strong I am. Even in my predicament, I knew all I needed was time to heal and I gave myself that time. ​You may be wondering if I later went back to school, of course, yes. I overcame, my fears and pain, right now I am in my penultimate level and I am doing so well in school, have male and female friends, everything is fine now. Thank you @Dreamer and @Tunuu can't thank you enough for always supporting me here. ​​