A year has passed and I am still alive. Still intact and still I think about that moment every day (some days more, some days less). I survived. Not like was in real danger of actual physical death, just damage that would have been a mental death. I can't imagine if I hadn't fought back, if I had kept it a secret. But, I am changed. I think about the possibility of it happening again and I plan. I don't let myself get close or my guard down. I will be ready if it ever happens again.