I tried to be normal once, worst 2 minutes of my life.
Throwback to my holiday. It was a holiday that was meant to be one of a lifetime. I came back a broken person but in more ways than one. I will always speak to people about what happened to me because I have the strength to. My voice is no longer taken. I no longer have to pretend like I don't matter. I don't have to live my life for someone else or in a way they want me to. I finally have voice, to speak up about toxic masculinity. Money maybe able to cover up what happened for now but when you least expect it, it will bite you in the arse.