Recovering from the most traumatic 2 weeks ✨
The past 2 weeks have just been the biggest slap in the face. It started on the 1st of September when I was in class, I received the devastating news that my grandpa had passed away. I am currently studying in Australia and I felt so helpless as I didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye properly. I had then had to decide if I wanted to stay in Australia to sit for my exam on the Saturday (6th of September) or defer it and come back to Singapore for the funeral. Ultimately I flew back for the funeral and got the exam deferment. It’s not easy to lose a love one you were close with but it’s especially hard when you have to do it alone in another country. The day after I landed back in Australia (7th of September) I attended a boat party hosted by the school. After the event I was walking home from the train station when I was attacked and sexually assaulted. At that point I felt completely and utterly broken, never in my life did I ever think that this situation would ever happen to me.
I started to wonder why bad things were suddenly happening to me starting with the loss of my grandpa and now getting sexually assaulted in the same week. Being attacked changes you in so many ways. I was previously never scared of going out till late but now, the moment the sun sets my heart starts to pound. I had bad anxiety for a week barely able to leave my home to attend classes. The police on the other hand kept giving me bad news after bad news and I just felt like I hit rock bottom.
I felt my mental state deteriorating fast, going through all that in a span of under a week was unbearable, I was just a shell of a person unable to get out of bed and if I made it out I’ll be back on the bed in a short amount of time. It all was made worse when I received the call from the police.
I got my hopes up thinking that I will get justice from my attack but when I heard the words “we dropped the charges to attempted robbery” my heart sank to the bottom of the floor. All because the attacker was a minor the police believed him over me and he got away with no prison time and no punishment. Only a flag in his record and a warning. I truly truly hit the bottom of the ocean. I began to start doubting my experience, wondering if I made it up in my head.
I just felt so unjustified and invalidated I began to stop taking care of myself and start slipping into a state of depression.
On a random Wednesday as I laid in bed for the 3rd day in a row was when I realise that I needed to heal, that was when I decided that I will not let whatever I been through take over. I wanted to reclaim what was taken away from me and I wanted to heal. I knew my grandpa was watching me and I knew If he was beside me he would tell me to get up and get better and that is what I have been trying to do the past few days.
I started running again. I started to cook my favourite foods again. And overall I started to take care of myself again. I have been doing skincare and just watching over my wellness. I also began to open up to mentors and seek advice from them no longer hiding the fact that I was not okay.
I know that healing and recovery is a journey, I will definitely fall at times and go back into a depressive state. But it’s okay I have to learn to forgive myself and grow 🫶🏻




























:( I’m sorry you had to go through that dear, I really really hope you don’t let this event define you. May your journey towards peace and happiness come with ease 🫶