How It Affects Me

By far, the biggest way it affects me, is that I blame myself for so many of the women I knew who were raped. I played a lot of “what if?” in my head. If only I wasn’t starting a new job the next day. If only, if only. I have way too many stories, that I don’t like to talk about any more. Having to talk about things I’d rather forget, that’s another way it affects me.