In my early 20s, I was an independent, strong woman on my way to an exciting, magnificent career in public relations. I felt like nothing could stand in my way of success.
My life changed in the blink of an eye in 1990 when I was attacked, captured, robbed and sexually assaulted at knifepoint. The perpetrator escaped and was never found.
The criminal took more than my jewelry that night; he stole my identity. I lost my voice. I lost my sanity. My life became one twisted, recurring nightmare. Every shadow reminded me of him, even my own.
Instead of becoming a pr superstar, I became a rape victim — a crime statistic.
In 2010, fighting depression and exhaustion, I searched for the courage to regain control of my life again. It was time to stop the pain. I decided to confront my fears and angst by sharing my story in writing. My fingertips trembled as I finally released the details of the assault – that moment that had defined me for 20 years.
After writing Room 939, I found my voice again. I washed away the tears. I redefined who I was and became a survivor.
Today I use my voice to speak to hundreds of thousands in an effort to shed light on sexual violence and its impact on our society. I invite you to join in the dialogue and help others heal by becoming aware of the far-reaching impact of sexual violence and actively working to prevent it.