Healing. We all heal in different ways. It's been years, but I still think about it everyday. I keep track of how long its been. 1,886 days. I've spent everyday trying to forget about it and heal. In the past week or so I've made significant progress. I've finally been able to write about what happened. I've always stopped just before the actual assault took place. For about a year or so now, I've been dealing with nightmares caused by ptsd. In the last few months i've been able to talk about it with my mother and best friend. I've also been journaling and I keep it by my bedside in case of a nightmare or the nightmare. I am healing. It's a long and painful process. But I am healing. After all these years I can finally say that. I've been left with intimacy issues that I thought I had dealt with. But unfortunately I only suppressed them for a short time. As I am entering a possible new sexual relationship, I know that I have to work on that. And I intend to do everything I can to continue healing. Unfortunately I'm not able to do therapy at this time, but I'm going to continue to do everything I can to get to that step.