This past August I was assaulted on stage, and at the time I did want to write about it. So, I wrote down the facts in that moment as clear as I remember. But then I sat with it and did nothing. And siting with it hasn’t felt good. It’s been rolling around in my stomach for months now. I go back and forth between anger, frustration, forgiveness, and stoicism. Watching people come forward with their stories has inspired me to add my own. This is my story. #metoo.