Dakota I don’t have words to describe how and what I feel right now. Sick. There’s a burning sensation in the pit of my stomach. I actually found the third part of this, of this, harrowing story but I had to stop at the nails in your hand. And then I circled back and I read how this all started.
There is nothing that I can say that might bring you comfort, except that I think you’re perhaps one of the bravest souls I’ve ever come across. You’re brave because you chose to share your ordeal with the world. You’re brave because you refused to be silenced by the expectation of our culture and society of how victims should keep it to themselves.
I don’t know if I’ll be able to read your story in the future. I don’t think I’ve got the guts to read what’s happened here. But know that I am proud of you, and I will support you in your decision to bring attention to your story. I tried googling you to see if there might be a happy ending to your story — you being safe is obviously quite wonderful news — but I meant in the sense that the perpetrator got caught and justice was served but I couldn’t find anything. I just hope that he rots and all the demons he’s set loose upon this world go back to haunt him for every single moment of his life.