Dear Carol, reading your notes drives me in tears. In this network where no one knows me, I would share my life. In college I was forced to have sex with this guy, but I didn't call the police, I didn't tell anyone about this. After that I was lost, for many years. I used to be a brilliant girl, after that I lost the passion for everything. And I had poor marriage, I married a guy who is obviously not good enough for me, and he was so so rude to me. I was anxious all the time, then I started to have health problems one after another. On day, I realized I can't handle my life any more, I started to see a psychologist regularly. By talking to her, I realized what's wrong with me. In a dark room I cried for hours, for everything that's happened, but I realized I have to cry out, have to admit those bad things happened, but I still have a chance to live well. I'm living fine now, although sometimes I would be sensitive, I'm basically stable. What I want to say is that we need to accept what happened, then move on. Someone did bad thing to me, but it's over, and I deserve a good life. Even being alone, I'm good enough to live a good life. What doesn't kill me makes me stronger.