Ava

          "That time of my life just seems like one big dream. I lived in denial for many months, until I finally allowed myself to find peace with what had happened to me. The incident overcomplicated my life to a point where I felt so alone and isolated that I could only find happiness outside with a note pad.

          Sitting by the water, hearing the wind whistle through the trees, the small waves hitting the rocks I sat on, was my happy place. I would write whatever I was feeling intuit moment. Some days, what I wrote was scary, thoughts I would throw away after writing it just to make sure I would never read it again. And some were so wonderful. I was finding happiness and peace. Here is a picture of one of my outings to my water-side writing spot. I hope every victim can find a haven to go to when things get tough. It has made me so much stronger." - Ava, 20