From the outside, everything always seemed normal. No one could've ever guessed the truth about the things that had happened to me and my sister.
My father (my real father) had molested me as a child. It only happened to me once, I'm still not sure how many times it happened to her. But it was never spoken about and I never told anyone. From the outside, life went on as it should for an eight year old girl. Now, I am 20 years old. I just broke up with my boyfriend thinking that I needed to find myself... thinking that I needed to finally heal those old wounds. But instead of healing, I hurt more than ever.
I feel so alone, like no one will ever love me again. How do I find hope? How do I find peace in myself? How do I make the inside match the outside?