God's dear daughter

*trigger warning for sexual assault*

This is something I feel very passionately about- their voices need to be heard:

To all the rape victims out there who are never being heard:

To the little girl who was repeatedly raped by her father

To the teenager who was raped again and again by her stepfather

To the college girl who just wanted to go out for a drink with friends and got her drink spiked

To the young lady who went on a date with her boyfriend and he couldn't take no for an answer

To the woman who decided to take the shortcut home from work just that one day because it was getting late and she just wanted to go home after a tiring day at work- but never made it home in one piece

Nobody hears you as you wake up screaming in the middle of the night because after all these years you still see his face clearly whenever you close your eyes. You still can feel his alcohol reeked breath down your neck . You still remember the feeling of helplessness and hopelessness you felt as he overpowered you and pinned you underneath him.

And yet - you have to remain silent.

You cannot speak up, because even if you dare to do so- the entire system would be against you. You would be interrogated in court- and would be forced to see his face again, and relive the entire traumatic experience again in public. He'll get a minimal sentence, maybe 6 months in jail, but you, there's a part of you which had been rudely snatched away from you. A piece of you that you can never regain back, your dignity. You'll walk with an emotional scar your entire life.

But justice will favor him .

And you'll be blamed.

Because it's your fault that you are too attractive for your father/ stepfather to handle.

It's your fault you decide to go out for a drink.

It's your fault you went out on a date with a guy you just met.

It's your fault you decided to take the shortcut home that day.

It's always your fault.

So you decide to remain silent and bear the scars for the rest of your life.

Because nobody understands what you go through daily, the incredible strength it takes for you to go about your daily life with a brave smile on your face.

Because really, nobody would care or bother about what happened to you- until a similar thing happens to them- or to their mother, daughter, sister, friend.

Until then, stay strong my dear one- God is with you. God sees you as His precious daughter and he hears your silent cries and screams of anguish. He wipes away your tears, He collects your tears in a bottle.

He wants you to know that although it may seem so- you're not alone. He is with you.