A Narrative Essay On Being A Victim

Being a victim doesn’t mean that you are worth any less than before what happened to you. I myself am living proof of this. When I was a young age I went through a traumatic experience. One that no “normal” child has or should go through. I was abused and kidnapped by my neighbor. The three years that this happened to me lead me to become depressed, suicidal, anxious, and to eventually develop an eating disorder.

At first I didn’t think that any of these disorders were connected to my abuse, but through therapy I released the deep roots that connected all of these problems. My depression started it all by not being able to express myself properly I thought of and tried to commit suicide. Thankfully I told my parents of my attempts and they took me to a facility that taught me how to identify my feelings and how to deal with them. Though this didn’t last long when I was a junior in high school I became depressed again and developed an eating disorder. My parents took me out of high school and put me in a treatment center for eating disorders. At first I was hesitate to realize that

It always catches up with you no matter how far you run. I was tired of running from my problems, nothing good ever came from running from them in the past. Even though it scared me to face my memories of abuse I knew I had to, to be able to live my life and further my education and relationships with others. With the help of a understanding therapist I was able to find coping skills to use when memories of my past came up in unexpected situations. I learned that I was the type of person that need to speak up about how I was feeling all the time and with everyone. Being a victim of abuse doesn’t mean that I was helpless and stuck in my situation. In fact it was quite the opposite, I just needed to ask for support from those that have always been there for me in my time of