My therapist's name was Dr. Elena Vasquez, and she had been seeing me for three years. She had a calm voice that made me feel like everything was going to be okay, even when it wasn't.
"So," she said after I had finished telling her everything. "You confronted her."
"I did."
"How did it feel?"
"Good," I said. "It felt really good."
"And now?"
"Now I don't know. I said I was going to expose her, but I don't know if I can. I don't want to use someone else's story. I don't want to become the kind of person who wields other people's pain like a weapon."
"That's a very healthy instinct," Elena said. "But you should know that you don't need someone else's story to act. You have your own."
"What do you mean?"
"You could talk about your own experience. About what happened to you in high s
