At least a million times I have asked myself THAT question. The question that haunted and terrified me, the question that lurked in every corner of my mind. “Should I tell?” Should I tell someone that my youth pastor was abusing me? Should I tell someone that he raped me? That question just brought on more questions. Would anyone believe me? Would anyone care? Would they look at me differently from here on out? Would they judge me? Would they call me names? Would they say I asked for it? Would someone believe me and help me? I was a mess. I was sick. And I just wanted it to all go away. There was so much to tell, I just knew people wouldn’t believe it. But, of course, it didn’t go away. And I finally told. I came out of the shadows of my own fears, shame and misplaced guilt. And it was the best decision I ever made!
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