Seeking the support of my family and friends, that worked the best.

Talking was the most beneficial way for me to be able to accept that it happened and move on.

Discussing it was an important stage in sort of letting people know what was going on.

I told one counsellor in year eight. 

He was really lovely.

When i did reach out for help, I found strategies to cope.

It wasn't until I did open up to someone about it where I started to just tell people what was going on in my life, that I actually felt like everything was going to be okay. 

I felt cleaner and light for it, it's almost like that weight has been lifted off my chest.

Just being reassured of who I was as a person, of my self-wroth, of staying confidentand talking about it helps keep me strong.

Asking for help, finding someone to talk to was a huge part of getting through it and I wish I'd done it a lot sooner than I did.

The awful things that were said and that were thrown at me and directed at me and that were intended to hurt me, that was nothing compared to the worlds of love and support from my family and friends.