No, I do not know what it’s like.
No, I cannot even begin to imagine it.
No, I don’t have any idea what you went through.
But what I do understand is pain. Gut-wrenching emotional turmoil that visits you with the littlest trigger of the horrifying memory. What I do relate to is the fear. The sickening anxiety and borderline obsession of any possible recurrence of this horrendous experience. What I can comprehend is the shame and guilt. The feeling of filth, darkness, and disgust that weighs heavily down on the conscience, buried so deep it is almost rotting on the inside.
We don’t need to live the same life to relate to one another. We all eventually face the same emotions, we all come to similar ends albeit different means. We don’t need to understand in order to empathize and we don’t need to “fix” to help someone heal.
No matter what happens to you, no matter what you may be feeling always remember:
You are beautiful.
You are deserving of love.
And if you forget, I’ll be there to remind you.