This isn't my first rodeo. I know it's not as bad as it feels. I know it all feels raw right now. I know it won't feel that way in a little while. And, most importantly, I know that no matter how little control I've had in preventing the negative situations the past few weeks, my decisions now can make a huge difference in how I move forward.

They let him. They put themselves in that scenario. They chose to be around him. And they let him do it.

Friends, if our definition of sexual assault stops at “she let him,” we’re in big trouble.

I try not to check my Facebook feed.

I try not to look at the comments underneath someone's post about Clinton or Trump or whatever the internet has told us is the current issue to talk about. I try to avoid all of that.

But sometimes, I do it anyway.

I'm happy with the last three years of my life. I'm thankful. I'm proud. I don't think I could have come out of my situation any better. That being said, there's still work to do. In the spirit of transparency, I thought I'd share the good, the bad, and the ugly of the other side of heartbreak.

Nothing in my phone—Instagram, Twitter, a text message—is going to bring me peace. 

I'm not going to distract myself to peace.

I'm not going to work and hustle my way to peace.