Although I don't like using the word victim, I am a victim of sexual abuse. Even writing that out feels like I've picked at a scab and it's started to bleed again. If I were to rip the entire crusted scab off and reveal that it wasn't just by one person or one incident the blood would really start pouring out. 

I choose to believe God has been with me every step of the way and that’s saying something. As tears fall unchecked down my face I picture Him with me through the worst of it and now know He had/has a plan.