Seeing this commercial made me want to hold my head a little higher. It made me happy that I have always been so open about my assault. It made me angry at the police who told me that prosecuting would be next to impossible since "Well, you WERE kissing him..." It made me resent the State of Tennessee and their laws that said that a rape victim must pay for their own rape kit - as if we hadn't already paid enough (this law has since been changed. Welcome to the 21st century, State of Tennessee). It made me sad since I had heard after my rape that he had raped another. Sad that there was nothing I could do to protect her, this nameless, faceless woman. It made me proud of the speech I stood up and gave in my sociology class, even though I couldn't get through it without crying. It made me grateful for my brave, beautiful friends who have talked to me about their assaults, after not talking about what they'd been through. It made me feel lucky, to have come out on the other side mostly unharmed.
But mostly, it made me feel a little less alone. And a little more like my voice matters, and my fight counts, and what little bit I have done to be a tiny voice in this cause has maybe meant something. Maybe not to the world, but to one or two people. And maybe that's enough.