It’s been two years since my assault and while those around me seem content to believe I’ve moved on and am “fine” now, every day is a battle. Every morning I wake up and make a choice to fight against the darkness that threatens at every moment to overtake me. Some days it seems I’ve run a thousand steps forward and other days taking just one step towards healthy healing is a major success. I refuse to stop fighting though. Even if it seems sometimes that I’m making no progress at all, I know that the day I stop fighting to thrive, will be the day my rapist has truly won.