I have told a few people and my family has shared it with others. I try not to think about it too much. I am usually quite honest about it, but I only share certain details.

This got me thinking though. I have spent time searching for a cover story of sorts I can believe myself as I just don't like the way the brutal truth sounds. I find myself twisting the truth sometimes in my own mind to make myself feel better. The reality is that something incredibly traumatic and scary happened to me. The truth is I can only do so much to affect the outcome and there are things outside of my control. The truth is I am responsible for all of it even though I had little idea of what was happening. That's just a huge load of yucky to accept, but it's the truth. I'm uncertain of my purpose in life, but it seems clear I am meant to learn about giving up control, acceptance, and humility.