Reminisces about the day I was molested

I thought I was over it. I always think I am. But with every new incident I realise that it is so much a part of me, that try as I might, I cannot separate it from who I am. It has defined me, shaped me, given me a maturity too great for my years. It taught me cruelty, but also trust amdist it. It taught me to keep buried within me a part that is so much me, and yet, not me at all. It taught me that it isn't my fault, that I need not take blame for something that someone else has done. That I can get through it, no matter what. And it will make me a stronger, wiser person.