Sometimes it doesn't feel like it's been 5 years. 15 doesn't seem that far off. But that's how life is.... time passes us by, things change, and life goes on.
15 was a crazy year, huh? There Was bad, and there was good. I can still remember that year like it was yesterday. I'm sure I'll never forget it, as that year was a very impactful year for me.
I turned 15 on January 28th 2013. The beginning of that year was pretty normal for me. I was a freshman at Eastern High School, Skinny, Pretty, Carefree, Lots of friends, but tender hearted and naive. I went to parties frequently (that my parents had no idea about) and I was pretty much your typical average teenage girl.
Until my best friend since middle school betrayed me and all of my secrets. I was embarrassed, I was alone, and suicidal. I ended up enrolling in Ecot for homeschooling because I was just so depressed. I did good with Ecot for a while, but i missed having friends... So I started talking to an older guy online.
This guy was nice to me. We talked every night for months as friends, until one day I invited him over to my house while my parents were not home. I won't go into details, not now, but that day he raped me. I still have trouble saying that out loud. After that happened I kind of spiraled a little bit.... And started talking to several different boys, about things 15 year old girls really shouldn't even be talking about... But they are. I sent nudes to random boys, and I honestly didn't have much self respect for myself at all. I dont even know why i did it. I just didn't care. I felt dirty and worthless all the time.
3 months later I met my now husband. 💜 and he was definetly my saving grace. My hero. I dont know where I would be if i had not met him. On drugs, maybe even dead? It's hard telling based on the path that some of my old friends took. But I'm here. I'm alive. And I'm the happiest I've ever been.
So to my letter.
Dear Megan,
A lot has changed since you were 15. You are no longer alone, you are no longer a victim. You have the best husband in the entire universe, and you are a survivor. You've never done drugs EVER. I'm proud of that. Even when your friends pressured you, you never gave in. You've never even smoked a cigerette, You kept the promise you made to your grandma Janie at 5 years old ( Be Proud). You passed Highschool, you're now enrolled in college. You got through things you never thought you would , And you're doing good. You never once gave up on yourself. I'll never forget who i once was, but I'm so proud of who i am today.
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