I didn't think it could happen to me while I was in college. 

It happened, first, when I was between the ages of 5 and 8, but I didn't think it could happen again, now that I had already experienced it. 

Well it did. 

I only had one drink at a co-ed that I trusted. Then, I went alone to another fraternity. 

Then I went to another...one far away from campus. Not that many people have heard of. But nonetheless, it happened. 

He drugged my drink with aderol. I know, because he mentioned that he sold it while we were at the party. But it was too late by that point; you see, I already took my first sip. 

Afterwards I found myself on the ground in front of the house. there were no neighbors awake, and the people that were outside didn't notice me throwing up on the ground. 

Thankfully, my best friend came to get me in time before something worse happened. 

So to my fellow survivors: I want you to know that you are not alone. You are the strongest, loveliest, and most important person to me right now. You are the reason I still fight. You are the reason I still continue to live and be brave, when i thought the easiest thing to do was end it right there. So if you ever feel alone, know that the person whose post you are reading loves and cares for you, even if you aren't aware of it.