For a long time, I blamed myself — for drinking too much, trusting the wrong people, being too naive, being too “boy crazy.”I blamed myself for missing the signs — the women who enabled and set me up, the men who turned out to be demons.I carried shame for what happened to me, especially the times I was drugged and sexually assaulted. I thought I was stupid for believing people had good intentions. I abandoned myself by ignoring my intuition. And when I finally spoke up, people called me craz...