My father was my abuser, and he molested me for years. I was in hell for so long, and my mind was pushed beyond the limits of what a normal human should be. I was severely depressed and was self-harming, even suicidal, trying to take my own life twice. I finally found the nerve to come forward, which was definitely one of the most difficult things I've ever done. Even though a significant portion of my family doesn't believe that anything happened, I have found many friends that have never left my side. Having one person that believes you unconditionally makes all the difference in the world. And even as hard as this has been, I have not fallen back into self-harm in the past 6 years. I am truly, honestly happy for the first time in a very long time. Telling is hell, I'll be honest about that, but it really does get better, I promise. And there will come a day when you won't be scared, or hurt, you've just got to hold on until that day gets here.